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lvrdrafts · 9 months
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The Snakes Bite Part 2
Summary : Bucky tries to forget the breakup so he goes on a mission where finds some new shocking intel on his broken relationship
Warnings : Nothing rlly
A/N : fluff ending for a past blog
Part 1
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Bucky's heart still felt heartbroken knowing that the person who he thought he would get married cheated on him. Sam was supposed to come in a few minutes to get a coffee and Bucky was trying his best not to cry.
He heard the door open and go up quickly. "Hey Bucky you left the door open, I mean I know your confident with that Terminator arm but-" Sam stops his tracks when he sees Bucky's eyes are red. "What happend" Sam rushes to Bucky giving him a hug which caught Bucky off guard. "Y/N cheated- I wasn't good enough to keep Steve or her." Sam looks at Bucky with sympathy "Hey Buck how about we go on a mission to get out mind of this situation" Bucky nods silently. 'I actually came here to tell you that there is this Russian wannabe hydra mob group that has a 'secret weapon' so our job is to find out what it is and stop them".
Bucky hesitated, his mind still clouded by his belief that you had betrayed him. But the prospect of a new mission provided a temporary respite from his torment, and he agreed to accompany Sam.
Their mission took them deep into the heart of Moscow, where a notorious Russian mob was wreaking havoc on the city. Bucky's focus shifted to the task at hand as he and Sam navigated the treacherous underworld, determined to find out what was this secret weapon, trying his hardest not to think about you.
Upon infiltrating the base, Bucky and Sam discovered a hidden room—a makeshift digital lab where the mob orchestrated their malicious schemes. As they examined the equipment, Bucky's eyes widened in disbelief. Strewn across the room were monitors displaying the very photo that had shattered his relationship with you.
"Oh my gosh they were gonna brain wash you like Hydra but with different words so they-" Bucky starts shaking his head "No, no, no it was fake no and i actually believed it. They were just trying to break me apart and-" "Hey Buck" Sam puts his hand on Bucky's shoulder "you can explain this to Y/N and im sure she will understand, trust me but first we go to get out of here"
Bucky's breath caught in his throat as he realized the extent of the deception. The mob had not only manipulated the photo but had also orchestrated a meticulously planned setup to deceive him. The weight of his misplaced accusations hit him like a tidal wave, and the realization of his own mistakes filled him with regret.
With a mix of fury and determination, Bucky shared the newfound evidence with Sam. "Sam, they set me up. They photoshopped the photo and used it to tear us apart. Y/N was telling the truth all along." Bucky and Sam rush out of the base taking hard drive with all that information with them too, they got onto the plane and headed back to New York.
Arriving at the doorstep, Bucky hesitated before knocking, his emotions overwhelming him. When the door finally opened, revealing your tear-stained face, a mix of surprise and cautious hope flickered in their eyes.
Bucky's voice trembled as he spoke, his remorse palpable. "Y/N, please forgive me. I made a terrible mistake. The photo, the accusations—I believed them without question. But I've discovered the truth. The photo was fake, and I should have trusted you."
Your eyes widened in a mix of disbelief and vulnerability. "Yeah I know that it was fake, I'm just suprised you didn't believe me after three years together"
Bucky's heart sank, tears welling up in his eyes. He understood the gravity of his mistake and the lasting impact it had on their relationship. The weight of his remorse was overwhelming. Bucky falls down on his knees "Please-" you hear Bucky's voice crack "I thought I wasn't- I'm not good enough for you so it would make sense if you would cheat on me with a guy who doesn't have trauma and grumpy and-". You go down on your knees and start to cry while hugging Bucky "Baby you were always good enough if anything I thought that I wasn't good enough"
Bucky's eyes lit up with hope, a renewed sense of determination shining through. "Your too good for me baby. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust. I'll be patient, understanding, and I'll show you every day how much you mean to me."
Y/N took a step forward, closing the distance between them. They reached out, gently cupping Bucky's face. As their lips met in a tender, heartfelt kiss, the weight of their past mistakes faded away. In the quiet solitude of the apartment, Bucky and Y/N found solace in each other's arms. On that day on they stopped hiding their emotions and were open on how they felt.
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golbrocklovely · 2 months
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Remember the time when some girl catfished colby? I heard that the “catfish” was all the time the real girl that colby stood up for? I know this drama is old, but im still confused to this day💀.. like why did she do that
that whole situation is very weird and messy and we never got the full story of what transpired/the full truth.
so this is what i heard. idk how much of it is completely true, so if others heard differently let me know lol
this became really long so sorry if you don't want to read a novel.
there was this account named brocksbaby and she would post pictures of herself along with edits of snc and the friend group back in 2019. she became really popular, had her own fans (so to speak), and in general was really known in the fandom. she also had another account named alexsdead.
one day, colby commented on her pic saying “you can’t be real 😱” and then later on answered a dm of hers saying something like “please don’t be a catfish. ok? ok."
after this point, they started to dm back and forth, and eventually moved their convos to snapchat. around this time colby made it known to her and the fandom et large that his dms were broken, and that’s why he wanted to move his convo with her over there.
so the thing is… colby claims he had a suspicious feeling that she was a catfish from the get go, hence the comment. and brocksbaby at the time had this one friend, named sam funny enough, that she was sharing all of these dms to. colby said in his video that he wasn’t really talking to her all that much, just every once and a while. and the dms that sam saw and then gave back to colby once the account was deleted kinda show that yeah he wasn’t talking to her all that much, but he was talking to her regardless.
but it never went above a pg convo, so don’t go crazy yall lol
now, there were other fans in the fandom that felt that she was a catfish and really made it be known that she was. hilariously one of them was godcolby - which if you know your snc lore…. she was equally as crazy in her own way. what ended up happening is that bc brocksbaby had more followers, she came out and said how upsetting it was that these ppl were spreading lies about her. so all of her “fans” went after this group of other fans and sent them nasty messages, death threats, the whole nine yards.
how did it all come crashing down?
well somehow, one of the fans that didn’t like brocksbaby happened to randomly find Alex, as in actual Alex, not brocksbaby. they dmed her, asked her if she knew about this account, and Alex said she didn’t, and that apparently ppl had used her pics to catfish before.
so….. i gotta be honest with you, i find that statement very hard to believe. Alex was not an influencer at the time. she was a random girl who had roughly 1k followers on insta. she had a normal job and everything. she sort of became an influencer after this whole thing, but i’m getting ahead of myself.
so Alex reaches out to colby and tells him that that’s not her, and she apologizes for this accounts behalf (…even tho the account didn’t do anything?). all the fan accounts that didn’t like brocksbaby start going crazy, posting how brocksbaby is a catfish, she’s a liar, ect ect.
sam, the friend she had, finds out. and i was relatively friendly with her at the time. she started going live every day after this occurred. she was really heartbroken bc she told brocksbaby all of this stuff about her life, and she thought they were best friends, so of course when she found out she wasn’t who she thought she was, she felt betrayed.
i was watching her live stream when she said “you know, i have all of the ss she sent me of their convos. i’m gonna send them to colby.” and that’s how he was able to make his videos, bc once brocksbaby got backlash, she deleted her account. and sam stepped in and sent him everything she had.
and it was claimed that brocksbaby was actually a 16ish year old girl and not the 21 year old she portrayed.
so… how does all of this get turned on Alex?
colby made his first video and she EXPLODED in followers basically overnight. i’m talking going from 1k to 10k in like 24 hours. it was nuts. also ngl… i don’t get why so many fans followed her since like i mentioned (and like she said in one of his vids) she was just a normal girl and not an influencer.
she ended up doing a bunch of lives during that time, and eventually her and sam talked. and at first their convos were nice, with Alex trying to smooth everything over. but something went awry, and i’m not sure what happened for that to take place, but then all of sudden Alex was being extremely rude to sam. and mind you, sam is 17, maybe 18? and Alex is 21/22. so Alex should have known better not to bad mouth a minor. plus, it was very odd for her to all of sudden go from being really friendly to all the fans to turning on a random one. and this eventually bled into her being really mean and snarky to a lot of fans.
now granted, it's possible that fans were giving her slack and she just... didn't know how to handle that. but it's not like a gun is being held to your head, telling you to interact with fans. you don't have to. if i got an influx of ppl paying attention to me, i probably would remove myself entirely from the situation for a while. but i digress.
at some point during all of this, sam makes the joke "omg what if Alex IS brocksbaby. that would be so funny, but there's no way." bc according to sam, she "saw" what brocksbaby looked like, aka a 16 year old girl.
so..... like i mentioned earlier, brocksbaby had a second account that she surprisingly was still active on (that's what sam said, which is why i'm telling you this). i think the account was private at this point. i remember sam came on her live stream, reeling, saying that she found out that brocksbaby and Alex are the SAME PERSON bc of this account. according to her, or what i remember taking place, someone got alexsdead to click a link that saved their ip address, then did the same to Alex and ALLEDGEDLY it was the same ip address.
ngl, i think this is technically illegal, but you know what? i'm not gonna try to argue about old drama lol
sam tells everyone on her live, i think she might have showed it too but idk at this point in time, and then everyone started going crazy at Alex, calling her a fake, a liar, ect.
Alex tried to defend herself, saying that that wasn't her. she even tried to show her own ip address just to prove it wasn't the same one. but no one cared to listen. and she got pissed that colby wasn't standing up for her against his fans.
idk what she expected from a man that just found out she existed all of two seconds ago but... okay.
i also forgot to mention colby also replied to an email of sam's basically letting her know that he heard what Alex was doing, apologized on her behalf, and told sam to block Alex if she continued to be rude to her.
Alex at the time also gained a following on twitter, and that's where most of her hatefulness went rampant. her fans were fighting with snc fans for a long time, they tried cancelling colby for nonsense shit that just didn't happen. the last time i heard about her, she called snc pervs or something bc they posted that picture of them with jake and corey at the la house with their asses out and said "you guys have such young fans, this is gross", all while promoting her only fans so...... pot meet kettle lol
now, all of this is to say, was Alex actually brocksbaby?
i'm not entirely sure, but i also think she was. think of it this way, even if you take out the whole idea that their ip addresses matched, which to me feels so far fetched anyway, Alex wasn't a known influencer before all of this shit. the likelihood that one of her 1k followers was ALSO a snc fan that felt the need to catfish as her is slim. not to mention, colby talked about in his video how he would ask her to send a video of her waving or giving a thumbs up or whatever, and she would be able to do that sometimes. and that to me is a bit confusing. bc unless this catfish literally had EVERY piece of media Alex ever made saved and ready to repost on snapchat, how the fuck would she be able to, on a dime, send him what he was requesting to see if she was real? either a, this was a person that knew Alex (like a younger sister or cousin) and thus had access to all of her content, b, this was a very high ranking catfish that just... gave up immediately after getting called out OR c, it was Alex pretending to not be this fan for whatever reason.
maybe she was embarrassed when she got caught so she lied. maybe it was a younger relative that just wanted to be notice by colby. idk and tbh at this point, it's such old news i don't think we will ever know the real truth.
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nonstoptrashpanda · 2 years
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lost in silhouette - 7
tw: suicide mention, self-harm mention, abuse mention, depression, talk of death
summary: Back in New York City, Caleb tries to prepare for John's arrival.
word count: 4,255
notes: Yeah four-thousand words later I definitely lied about the 7-part thing. It might be eight, it might be fifteen. No one knows at this point.
“I know. I know. I… I’m sorry.”
To anyone listening to Dean’s side of the phone conversation without knowing the man on the other end, it would sound like he was being berated military-style.
But Caleb knew the repeated, tearful apologies were in answer to repeated, “Dean, we care about you. We’re here for you. If you need help, call. It’s what I’m here for,” that the kid was absolutely positive he did not deserve.
While Caleb had been the one to call Jim and tell the story, the phone had eventually been handed over to an utterly ashamed and panicked Dean, and he’d been speaking to the pastor for nearly ten minutes. 
Caleb didn’t know how much longer he could last without breaking down completely.
“Just tell me what you want me to do.”
A pause. 
“But… But I… I just don’t… I don’t want to do this, Jim. I can’t… I’m not…”
Another pause.
“That this doesn’t surprise God.”
Pause.
“That He… He’s getting me the help I won’t ask for.”
Pause.
“That when I can’t, we can.”
Pause.
“I’m just sick of being broken, Jim!”
It was getting harder and harder for Caleb not to run in there and hug him.
“Yes, I am!”
Pause.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
It always came back to that. 
“I know. I just… I know.”
A longer pause. Dean probably not responding to whatever final plea the Guardian had made. 
Finally, “He’s not here. He’s… he’s at Mac’s.”
Pause.
“At Caleb’s.”
Pause.
“Yeah. Okay.” A hesitation. “Thanks.”
There was yet another pause, but then Caleb heard footsteps in the hall, and Dean appeared out of the hall, phone held out to him.
“He wants to talk to you again.”
His gaze was glued to the floor, his face tear-stained, shame rolling off of him.
Caleb accepted the phone, squeezed the boy on the shoulder, and crossed the room as he raised the device to his ear. 
“Hey.”
“Hello again, Caleb.” The pastor sounded tired and heartbroken.
“How did it go?”
“I don’t know,” Jim sighed. “He’s in a very dark place right now.”
“No kidding.”
Jim didn’t respond directly to that. “I’m going to call Sam. I was just wondering how much you’d told him.”
Caleb exhaled heavily, glancing back in Dean’s direction, but finding an empty place where the boy had been standing. He must have gone back to his room.
“I told him the truth. Not everything, but I… I didn’t know how else to get through that brat’s thick head.” 
“How was he being a brat?” The Guardian asked tiredly.
“Going on about how he deserves to be treated like an adult, how Dean just plays soldier to John, how he deserves privacy… like he’s not the one who ran off and got himself deprived of it and screwed Dean over in the process.”
“You told him it was his own fault?” Jim almost sounded amused.
“Isn’t it?”
“It is,” the older man confirmed with a weak chuckle. “It just sounds awfully familiar.”
Caleb realized what he was getting at and couldn’t help a bit of a rueful smile even as he rolled his eyes. “That was different.”
“Not exactly the same,” Jim conceded. “But not entirely different, either.”
“Yeah, whatever.” He peered down the hallway, but Dean really had disappeared. “Look, I’m not too keen on leaving this kid unsupervised for too long at the moment, so I’m gonna let you give the brat a call. Let me know how it goes.”
“Take care of him, Caleb.” The sadness had returned to the pastor’s voice full-force. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
The line went dead, and the psychic snapped the phone shut and shoved it back into his pocket as he headed back down the hall.
The door to the guest room, Dean’s room at the moment, was open, but that only slightly eased his nervousness. They’d both crashed in the living room the night before, and since then, the only extended period of time that Dean had been out of his sight was when he could hear him talking to Jim. He was trying to be subtle and not annoy the kid, but there was something about the way he was reading… as John’s arrival time got closer, the more unstable he became. 
The Knight’s reappearance was the main reason for him and Mac choosing to separate the boys to their respective penthouses instead of consolidating at Mac’s place. After the last time, neither of them wanted Dean anywhere near him until they knew he had at least partial control of himself. 
Since Caleb didn’t plan on being anywhere but between them when they did reunite, that was more for John’s safety, than Dean’s.
Caleb hadn’t spoken to the senior hunter, but Mac had… or listened to him yell… and confirmed what they’d already known… he was not happy. And he didn’t even know any of the reasons why his sons weren’t where he’d left them. 
Caleb found Dean sitting on the bed, head in his hands, silently crying. He swallowed hard, his chest throbbing in a special way as he reached up and lightly tapped on the doorframe.
Dean only responded by shrinking into himself like he was trying to disappear. 
Caleb slowly crossed the room, helplessness eating at him like a disease. What he wouldn’t do to just be able to fix it.
He’d fared pretty well when it came to chick flick moments the past several months because they’d flowed directly out of crisis situations. Once the urgency died down and he was left with an utterly broken, intensely ashamed kid who wished he didn’t know anything at all, it got a little harder for him to keep his head above the water. 
His instinct was to try to make a joke, offer his young friend an olive branch out of the emotional vulnerability he hated so much, but what could he say when things were this incredibly dark?
So he did the only thing he knew to… slowly sank down on the bed next to him and wrapped one arm around those shaking shoulders. He was instantly rewarded with the boy sinking into him, one hand releasing his head to cling to Caleb’s arm instead, his entire weight leaning into him.
Caleb squeezed him a little tighter, shut his eyes against a rush of water works, and prayed to whoever was listening to just make it stop.
He wasn’t sure how long it took, but eventually, shallow, wet breaths steadied into the evenness of sleep. 
He couldn’t say he was surprised. Deuce hadn’t slept much the night before. He’d know, because he hadn’t slept at all. There would be a time when he had to face a fresh round of nightmares ending with a bullet in the head slumped against his shoulder now, but he would delay that time as long as he possibly could. 
He searched what he could read of the boy’s head for any trace of nightmares of his own, but he seemed to be at peace for the moment, so Caleb gently detached him from himself and eased him down on the bed. The back of his hand against one wet cheek checked for any sign of a fever, but found none.
The cops had done a good job of cleaning up not only the fresh, deep cut from the day before, but also any others from the past days and weeks that needed it, and Mac had checked over their work and been fully satisfied, but that didn’t stop Caleb from watching for an infection.
The boy looked so painfully young when he was asleep, and Reaves couldn’t help but stare at that pain-etched face for another long moment before carefully getting to his feet.
He didn’t go far. The wall by the door offered him a good vantage point of his sleeping little brother and path down the hall to the front door, so he sank down on the floor and allowed his head to drop back against it. 
Everything was fine. Everything was going to be fine.
He didn’t realize he’d dozed off himself until a sharp buzz from his pocket startled him awake. He jerked upright, eyes sliding from the bed to the hall, but finding everything as it had been when he’d fallen asleep.
So he pulled out his phone to inspect the culprit of his consciousness.
A text from Mac.
on our way.
Here came the storm.
with johnny?
yes
how bad is it?
better than at first
what did you tell him?
that dean is in a dark place and he needs love not discipline
k.
Dean being asleep now was an act of mercy which even Caleb had to admit seemed divine. This way, he would have plenty of time to gauge John’s status without Dean’s self-loathing person rushing straight into his wrath because he thought he deserved it.
He lingered where he was for a last, long moment, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. 
This was his turf. If he needed to, he could throw John out. Screw the consequences and everything that wasn’t protecting the kid sleeping several yards away.
Finally, with a soft groan, the psychic pushed himself to his feet and checked the room for what had to be the fiftieth time for anything Dean could use to hurt himself. But he found nothing he’d missed the first forty-nine times, so with one last check on Dean, he stepped out into the hall and softly closed the door behind him.
They’d be a while yet, but he wanted to be ready when they got here. And he didn’t feel terribly able to sit still at the moment.
So he paced, up and down the hall, psychically checking with each pass that Dean was still peacefully asleep.
This was fine. He was safe here, John couldn’t do anything to him. Not in this house. Not with Caleb there. Everything was going to be fine.
But he didn’t stop pacing. 
After what seemed like forever, he heard the elevator leveling outside the door, and a moment later, a sharp knocking sounded on it. It wasn’t the demanding pound it could’ve been, but Caleb would have known without his powers that the man on the other side was not pleased.
He was prepared for the way John immediately brushed past him, his shoulder braced to make sure the older man’s didn’t simply shove it aside. 
The Knight didn’t look at him as his eyes swept the room. “Where’s my son?” 
Caleb shut the door behind a quiet and wary Mac and Sam and crossed his arms over his chest as he faced the senior hunter. “Asleep. Don’t wake him up.”
The Winchester’s gaze finally snapped up to his, and it was not happy. “Cut the attitude, Junior.”
Caleb set his jaw and reminded himself he couldn’t just punch him unprovoked. “Not gonna happen.”
“You’re not even supposed to be around him right now, and you really wanna go with me?” John growled, taking a step toward the younger man.
“You are supposed to be around,” Caleb retorted sharply, matching the pace with one of his own. “But you weren’t. I was. So yeah, I do.”
“They’re not toddlers, Caleb!” the older man spat. “I should be able to leave them alone for four days without all hell breaking loose!”
“Yeah, cuz you never left them alone when they were toddlers,” he scoffed. “You waited until Dean was six for that. Father of the year, honestly, Johnny.”
“Talk to me like that again, Junior!” John snarled, closing the remaining few feet between them and shoving Caleb hard in the chest. “See what happens!”
  Caleb returned the shove, but harder. “You know how much I would freaking love to do that? I’ll go with you anytime, old man!”
“Enough!” Mackland cut in, quickly inserting himself between them and pushing them apart. “Both of you! Everyone in this room cares about Dean! No one is the enemy here.”
“I do not need his help taking care of my children, Mackland!” John snapped, pure fire in his eyes. “He’s been crossing lines for a long time now, but this…”
But Caleb interrupted, his voice dripping with incredulous disbelief. “You don’t need my help? You don’t… since when do you not need my help? Since you couldn’t be bothered to show up to a freakin’ baseball game? Since how many hunts when I’ve saved them from your stupid recklessness? How about since you couldn’t look up from your own grief and personal vendetta for long enough to get your four-year-old to feel safe enough to talk again? Or my personal favorite at the moment, since I had to pull you off of Dean cuz you decided to beat his brains out for something Sam did!” 
It took everything inside of him not to add three instances now where he’d been too absent to even know the kid needed talked down from a cliff ledge he’d shoved him onto in the first place. 
“My son does not need protected from me!” To John’s credit, the roar was a soft one, like he was actually putting thought into not waking Dean up.
“Yeah?” Caleb retorted. “Tell him that!”
Mackland between them was the only thing keeping them from blows. 
“Cuz he’s terrified of you, Johnny! Scareder than I’ve seen him of any monster in years. Maybe scareder than I’ve seen him of anything except hellfire when he was four!” 
“Shut up!” John tried to shove past Mac, but the doctor stood his ground. “I don’t wanna hear another word out of you until I ask you a question!”
Caleb scoffed once more. “Yeah, well that’s tough. Cuz this is my house, and your welcome’s wearing real thin already.”
“That’s great, because I’m taking my son and leaving!” The Knight made a move towards the hall, but Caleb had leapt around his father and blocked his way before he took the second step.
“Like hell you are.”
John took another step towards him, but Mac yanked him back, quickly reinserting himself between them. “I said enough!” he reiterated. “Both of you sit down! We’re going to talk about this like adults.”
Caleb didn’t have to say anything to make it clear he wasn’t budging until he was sure John wasn’t going to thunder down the hall the minute he wasn’t in the way. They stared each other down for a long moment, but finally, John gave into the pressure on his arm from Mackland and turned to drop down on a couch with a heavy huff.
Caleb reluctantly followed suit, but made sure to pick a seat that still put him closer to Dean than John was. 
When Mac and Sam had sat down as well, John’s glare swept over all of them. “Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?”
He was met only with strained silence, and swore violently. 
“He’s my son! If something happened, I should have been the first to know!”
“Well, you weren’t!” Caleb snapped. “I was! Because he’s terrified of you!”
“If he was capable of keeping track of a sixteen-year-old, this wouldn’t be a problem!” John raked a frustrated hand through his hair as he said it. “Did he really want a repeat of the last time?”
“No!” The word came out a shout, Caleb on his feet again in an instant. “That’s exactly what he was scared of!”
“Well then he shouldn’t have…”
“Have what?” the younger man cut him off furiously. “Have believed his brother when he called in a panic saying he needed him? That little rat used every single weakness you’ve made sure he has against him!”
Sam opened his mouth, but a sharp look from Caleb advised him against defending himself.
“He screwed up on the one thing I ask of him, Junior!” John retorted. “Twice now! You wanting him treated like some kind of a little girl isn’t going to keep him from answering for that!”
Caleb opened his mouth, but anger strangled his words, and he had to take a deep breath and try again. “Where’d he screw up, huh?” he asked, his voice low. “Cuz the way I see it, the brat is sitting right here, and he’s fine. Last time we didn’t call anyone and he was gone for two weeks. Fine. We’ve all paid for that mistake. Dean got Sam to come back… he just needed a little help to do it.”
“I never left!” the teenager cut in angrily. “I was down the street at the pizza place!”
“You shut up!” Caleb and John snapped together, immediately glaring at each other when they realized they had.
“If you had any brains between the two of you, you would have made yourself scarce before I ever got back,” John told Caleb dangerously. “Not herded them off to your freakin’ penthouse like I’m some kind of abuser.”
“Oh and you’re not?” 
Caleb knew he’d stepped across a line, and he didn’t care. John had, too, when he decided to give Dean a concussion. 
But Mac was on his feet as quickly as John was, pushing them apart and back onto their respective couches. 
“Enough! Caleb.” He gave his son a pointed look. “That’s enough.” Steady gaze turned to the Knight. “John, I was the one who made the decision to bring them here. That place you had them staying in was the worst of the worst.” 
“Not everyone has the luxuries you do, Mackland!” his friend spat. “They were fine!”
“I’m not asking for luxury,” the Scholar countered evenly. “I never have. But that was unacceptable. And Dean was in no state to be left alone anyway.”
“Dean was fine!”
“No, he wasn’t!” It was Sam who was on his feet this time, fire that only his father brought out in his eyes. “Dad, I screwed up, but you screwed up first! What I did pushed him over the edge because of you!”
“Sam,” Caleb warned, but neither Winchester was listening to him.
“I don’t want to hear another word out of you, Sam!” John bellowed, standing up yet again. “If you could just stop acting like a child, none of this would be an issue!”
“No, if you would stop treating me like a child, none of this would be an issue!” Sam retorted. “And if you hadn’t made Dean afraid to breathe around you!”
“I said shut up, Boy!” John took a step towards the teenager, but Mac was quick to insert himself between them.
“John, that’s enou…”
But Sam was talking again before he could even finish, speaking right around him. “You’re just mad because you can’t control me! You know I’m gone the minute I graduate! But you’re gonna kill Dean before then, and then you won’t have either of us! Is that what you want?”
“Sam,” Mac and Caleb snapped together, both of them seeing him losing his temper and with it control over his mouth.
“What do you mean, kill him?” To the man’s credit, there was a hint of worry sprinkled through the fury in his voice. “If someone doesn’t tell me what’s going on right now…”
“You wanna know what’s going on?” 
“Sam, don’t…” Caleb tried desperately, rising yet again, but the kid was past controlling.
“He almost shot himself! Because he was scared of what you were gonna do to him! That’s the kind of father you are!”
“Sam!” Caleb deflated as he gasped the word, regret and guilt tearing through him. “Sam, you…” He turned away as frustrated tears bit at his eyes, slamming his fist against the wall in helpless anger. “I told you…”
“You told me to teach me a lesson!” Sam snapped. “Well, he needs taught one a lot worse than I do.”
Caleb didn’t respond directly, just swearing as he allowed his head to drop against the wall in front of him. This couldn’t possibly be going worse. Dean was going to… 
He swore again. He was going to be sick. Dean was going to…
“He… he what? What the… what do you mean he…” 
Caleb was barely processing anything, and he wasn’t sure if John was angry or sad or somewhere in between. 
“He almost shot himself,” he snapped, pushing himself off of the wall and trying to retake control of the situation. “Because he looked at the past miserable few months and the prospect of admitting to you he’d lost Sam again, and decided he’d rather die. And if you even think about getting angry with him for that, I swear, Johnny…” 
“Would you shut up for two seconds, Junior?” John dropped heavily back onto the couch as he gave the command.
Caleb felt his jaw clench, but obeyed for the time being, turning to Sam instead. “Go sit with Dean.”
“What? No, I…” He cut the boy off. 
“You’ve done quite enough, Sam. I told you… you want to be treated like an adult, you keep a secret like an adult. And you just freakin’ failed.”
The boy opened his mouth to argue further, but stopped at something in Caleb’s eyes, growling in frustration, but obediently disappearing down the hall.
“Tell me the full story.” 
John’s voice was low and dangerous, but he wasn’t off his handle yet, so Caleb sat down as well and exhaled slowly, desperately searching for which pieces to tell and make it sound like all of them were there.
“I had a vision,” he said at last. “Of Dean shooting himself because Sam had disappeared. Woke up thinking it was real, but Dad came up and called him to show me it wasn’t. But then it started coming true. He was sitting there with a gun to his chin because… because he was freaking out, and he decided he couldn’t repeat the last couple months. But I got him talked down. He was at the police station because of Sam’s call, and they… helped me get him safe. Kept him there until we could make it.”
“He was that afraid of what I was gonna do?” The words could have been regretful, but the tone was more frustrated than anything.
“Do you remember what happened last time?” Caleb snapped.
“I didn’t…”
“You slammed him against the wall and punched him square in the face!” the younger man cut him off. “And you would have done more if I hadn’t stepped in.”
“He was fine.”
“Physically, he healed,” Caleb sighed heavily. “That’s not the biggest issue here, John.”
The senior hunter swore again, his head dropping into his hands. “I wasn’t trying to hurt him! This isn’t as easy as it looks!”
“Not hitting your kids isn’t exactly rocket science.”
“That’s not… fine! I hit him, and I shouldn’t have!” Head was still down, fists balling around his hair. “That doesn’t mean he should fall off the deep end and try… try to kill himself like a…” 
Caleb pressed his eyes closed and held up a hand to stop him there. “Don’t. Don’t act like he’s just unstable. This isn’t something that happens overnight. That kid’s in so much pain, Johnny…” He angrily blinked back tears that were suddenly biting at the back of his eyes. “And all you and Sam can do is keep putting him between you and making it worse.”
John was quiet for several long seconds, before he swore yet again. “I don’t have time for this right now!”
Caleb let out a laugh of utter fury. “You don’t… of course you don’t.” He swallowed hard to bite back a hundred insults he knew would do nothing but make the man angrier in the end. “Well I do. So if you can’t handle it, leave him here, and I will.”
“I also don’t have time to babysit Sam because Dean can’t handle him right now!” John snapped. “I get a real lead on this demon, and they decide to…”
“To be human beings that you brought into the world and dare to remind you that you’re supposed to be a father?” Caleb spat. “How dare they, honestly?”
“Enough! You don’t get it and you’re never going to!” The Knight finally looked up, fresh anger in his eyes. “And you’re not even supposed to be talking to them right now!”
“If I wasn’t talking to them right now, Dean would be dead, you…”
“Caleb,” Mac cut him off, his tone utterly exhausted. “Careful. I think Dean is awake.”
The younger psychic deflated, but his glare at John said everything it needed to.
“I’m taking them to the farm,” the oldest Winchester sighed after another strained pause. “If anyone can control them right now, it’s Jim. And I’m not gonna extend it this time, but you’re still gonna stay away from them until September.”
“Are you serious?” The hiss only came out soft for Dean’s sake. “I just talked him into putting down a freaking gun, and you’re telling me…”
“I’m telling you in gratitude for that, I’m not making it longer!” his mentor snapped dangerously. “Keep pushing it, and I’ll change my mind.”
Caleb turned, punching the wall once again as he released another stream of curses, and stormed in the same direction Sam had gone several minutes before.
They were right back where they’d started, on that cursed day in Flagstaff, with that terrible, sick fear eating at him anew. 
And if there was one thing he’d had enough of the past two days, it was deja-vu.
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@ every single sharon anti who hated on sharon so intensely, sent death threats & bashed on evc repeatedly for no reason, etc.
just hope you know that YOU’RE the reason sharon is the power broker. YOU’RE the reason marvel ruined her character. they saw how much you hated her, and decided to take advantage of that. your hate is the reason marvel felt like turning sharon into a villain was the right move.
congrats. hope you’re happy.
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johnkrrasinski · 3 years
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started from a call
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Word count: 3,610
Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.
Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?
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"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."
"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."
"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."
"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."
"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."
"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."
Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.
You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.
"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"
"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.
You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.
You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.
The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.
So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.
The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.
"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.
"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.
"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."
"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.
"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."
"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."
"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."
You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.
"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."
You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.
Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.
"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."
"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"
"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."
The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.
Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.
"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.
"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"
You chuckled, "no... He wishes."
Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.
"That's it.  Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."
Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.
"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.
"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.
You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.
The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.
The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.
"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."
Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.
"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"
"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."
"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.
"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"
"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"
"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."
Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"
That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"
"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.
Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"
"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.
"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.
He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.
"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?
"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"
"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.
"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."
"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.
Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.
When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?
"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"
"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.
"What?"
He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"
"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.
"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."
"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.
"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."
"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"
"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.
"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.
Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.
You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.
But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.
You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.
Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.
"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."
"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.
"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"
"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.
"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"
You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.
"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."
"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"
"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."
You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."
Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.
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empyreanwritings · 3 years
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Home Again
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (Small Town AU)
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: mentions of past child abuse, passing of a parent, language, alcohol consumption, minor angst (happy ending)
Summary: You return to your hometown for your father's funeral, and you're not exactly happy about it.
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Word had gotten around that you were back in town pretty quickly. Small southern towns were worse than gossip magazines. Once Mrs. Summers and the other bingo gals found out a juicy story, they spread it around like wildfire. And the rumor mill had been in a dry spell since you left.
When your father passed, no one actually expected you to come back. You didn’t have the best relationship with him. You hightailed it to L.A. the moment you were given the opportunity and never looked back. Didn’t call. Didn’t write. Didn’t even know he was sick. No one, not even your mother, thought you would want to know about it. In their defense, they also thought he was going to get better. He was a stubborn man, even with sickness.
But he didn’t, and now you were back home for the funeral.
Sam leaned against the doorway of Bucky’s bedroom, a bucket of ice water in his hand, and sighed. Beer bottles littered the floor, and Bucky was passed out in the bed - shoes on and everything. He knew if anyone was going to take the news about your arrival the worst, it would be Bucky. When you left all those years ago, you weren’t just running away from your family; you ran away from Bucky too. You claimed you didn’t, but everyone knew the truth.
“I hope you know I don’t like doing this,” Sam mumbled to himself as he dumped the contents of the bucket onto Bucky.
A loud curse left Bucky’s lips. He flicked the wet hair out of his face, sending a glare up at Sam when he finally gathered his senses.
“What the hell is the matter with you?”
“You reek. Go take a shower. You know we gotta be at the church at noon.”
Bucky rubbed his hand down his face. The annoyed huff he let out did little to hide the heartbroken look in his eyes. He knew he needed to go there and support your family, but he wasn’t sure he could face you either. Not after you broke his heart and left it the way you did.
“I don’t think I should go, Sam,” he said, his chest starting to feel heavy as he thought about it. “She doesn’t want to see me.”
Sam clapped him on the shoulder. “Doesn’t matter, Buck. You know the mess she’s about to be, and she’s gonna need you to help her through it.”
He knew Sam was right, but damn it, he hated to admit that.
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When Sam and Bucky arrived, your mother seemed at her wits end. The funeral was scheduled to start in twenty minutes, and you were nowhere to be found. She called you so many times, she’s convinced she killed your phone battery. She could handle the funeral on her own, but it wasn’t as if she wanted to. You were supposed to be by her side as everyone in the town passed on their sympathies and offers to make casseroles.
You were the only person she could lean on for support, and you weren’t there.
Bucky shook his head. He quickly told Sam to help get everyone seated as they came in and to make sure your mother didn’t have a panic attack before he took off out of the church to find you.
He started to have flashbacks to every time he had to chase after you when you were having a moment. In high school, you used to hide in his treehouse until he coaxed you down with promises of pizza and his ma’s brownies. During the breaks off from college, you found solace at the watering hole. Not many people swam in it unless they were locals. Too many of the tourists thought the water was filled with leeches or amoebas or something similar, but you were never scared of it. You always dove right in and let the cool water clear your head.
There were so many places you could go now, but he had a feeling he knew exactly where you were.
The Drunken Parrot was a lively bar when you were kids. Everyone knew when they saw the flashing lights of a police car racing down the road, they were more than likely going there. Brawls were a nightly occurrence, and your father was often in the middle of them. His tab often ran into the hundreds. But did your mom ever do anything about it? No. She figured that was a losing battle, and it was.
Unfortunately, the Drunken Parrot closed down right before you went off to college. Your father started a fight he couldn’t finish with a biker gang from out of state. It ended with the bar being destroyed to the point where it was unrecognizable. The owners couldn’t afford to fix it up even after insurance.
Now it sat as a reminder - or a warning - about the dangers of drinking to anyone who passed by. Bucky always rolled his eyes when someone said that. Living in a religious town was one of the worst things he ever did, but it wasn’t as if he had the funds to leave it.
Bucky pushed the door open, cringing at the way it almost fell right off the hinges. Bits of broken glass still littering the floor crunched under his boots as he approached the bar. It was surprisingly still in good condition, but it was covered in dust and chipping in some places. But the fraying wood wasn’t what had his attention.
No, his eyes were on you - in that tight black dress, laying on top of the bar with an almost empty bottle of tequila dangling from your hand. You were singing along to songs that weren’t playing, and every now and then you reached up to wipe another tear away from your eye. You always hated crying more than anything.
“You wanna end up like your old man?” Bucky snapped as he snatched the bottle from your hand. There was another bottle laying on the floor next to you; Bucky knew that wasn’t a bottle from the bar either.
You hiccupped. “Who gives a shit anymore? We die eventually, right? M’gonna go out havin’ fun.”
“Stop.” Bucky hoisted you up by the front of your dress, forcing you to finally sit up. You wobbled slightly, so he steadied you with his hands on your shoulders. The way he manhandled you made you giggle, but he ignored it. “Your ma has been losing her shit because you haven’t called. Are you really going to let her face that funeral alone?”
“She let me face the car accident alone,” you slurred out. “You ‘member that? When he was so drunk, he crashed into the fire hydrant with me in the backseat.”
You tried to slide off the bar, but Bucky kept you planted there. He had a feeling you would topple right over if you stood on your feet. “Or what ‘bout that time he broke my arm, and she asked me what I did to piss him off. I know you remember that one! So, fuck the funeral. Fuck her. Fuck everyone! Cause as far as I’m concerned, they’re all glad he’s dead, and they just don’t wanna admit it.”
Tears started to roll down your face, and you sucked in your cheeks to try and hide the tremble in your lips. Bucky remembered those days like they happened only a few hours ago. And he remember all the other times your father hurt you or did something to fuck up your life. As much as he hated getting his own heartbroken, it wasn’t like he didn’t understand why you left. You didn’t want to live in that house, with those memories, and keep pretending everything was okay.
Bucky tried to tell you he would run away with you. He loved you enough to start a new life together. He would have planned everything out if you asked him to because he was that sure. In fact, he knew that was how he felt when you first started showing the signs of abuse back when you were eight. But those pesky trust issues....
You never believed Bucky when he said he loved you. You weren’t even sure what real love looked like because it always seemed like a lie.
“I don’t wanna go to that funeral, Bucky.” You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his shoulder. “I wanna go home.”
“They’re not going to let you on a flight when you’re this wasted, sugar.”
“No! I said I wanna go home.”
A small smile creeped up on Bucky’s face. He was a damn fool for letting that hope crawl its way back into his heart, but how could he not? You wanted to go home - and the only place you considered home was his house.
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Sam said the funeral went as well as he expected. Your mother spent most of the time ranting that you didn’t attend rather than cry over her dead husband. Not many got up to speak, but the reverend tried his best to say something nice about the man. Sam was convinced the only reason anyone showed up was for the food afterward.
He didn’t bat an eye when he came home and found you passed out in the bathtub. He checked to make sure you had a bottle of water and a towel then made his way through the rest of the house to find Bucky.
“Should I ask why you’re cleaning out your supply of beer?”
Bucky glanced over the fridge door and shrugged. “I decided to quit drinking.”
“Bucky…” Sam sighed. This sounded more like a way to get you back than a healthier lifestyle choice. “Just because she’s back doesn’t mean you two are going to be together.”
“All I know is that I have a chance, okay?” Bucky gently closed the fridge door to keep from waking you, but Sam could see how badly he wanted to slam it. “I can’t just let her get away this time, but I know I gotta make a few sacrifices. No more drinking. No more poker nights with the Calhoon brothers. She needs to see that I’m serious about this.”
He wanted to prove to you that he was willing to sacrifice everything to be with you. The same way he had been all those years ago. He wanted to start by showing you that he wasn’t going to be like your father. Nothing in this world - not booze, not gambling, not sports - held a candle to you. Hell, if you asked him to swim across a leech infested river with no clothes on just to win your love, he probably would.
He’d probably cry about it after, but he would.
Sam thought about calling him an idiot. You didn’t want to be with him then, so why the hell did Bucky think this moment was any different? He didn’t have the heart to ruin his best friend’s hope, though. And despite all of the shit you put Bucky through when you left, Sam knew how much you loved him too. You were just terrible at embracing it.
He just didn’t know if after all this time, you’d be able to push your own worries away and finally love Bucky the way he needed to be loved.
“No more drinking, huh,” Sam laughed and leaned his elbows against the counter. “How are you going to survive dinners with your sister and that tool she’s dating without some alcohol?”
Bucky snorted. “Lots of ibuprofen beforehand.”
“What if she doesn’t want to stay here, Buck? You know she always hated this town.” Sam hated having the tough conversations with him, but he had to be the one to bring it up. There were too many instances where Bucky’s head was up in the clouds and forgot what reality was. “Are you willing to move across the country for her?”
“Yes,” Bucky replied without a second thought. “If she asked me to pack up right now and go with her, I would. I mean, Stevie made it work for Sharon, right? He managed to get out of here and live with her in D.C., so I could make it work as long as I had her.”
The conversation ended after that. Bucky no longer wanted to talk about the what ifs or how anything would work out with his home and his job. He didn’t have all the answers, and it was clear to Sam that he didn’t want any right now. All he could do was hold onto whatever chance there was at a happy ending with you and not take his eyes off it. Which Sam couldn’t help but admire Bucky for, even if it made him a little sad. He just didn’t want to see anyone get hurt again.
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Bucky heard you before he saw you. The sounds of your groans and dry heaving filled up the otherwise silent house. He chuckled and waited for you to come out, knowing you’d kick his ass if he tried to help you while you recovered. If there was one thing you hated more than puking, it was people being around you while you did it.
You hobbled your way out to the living room. The space was just as small as you remembered it, but it was cozy. You never felt sad or overwhelmed when you were lounging on Bucky’s worn couch, the sound of crickets and frogs floating in from the outside. Despite how much you hated small towns now, they had their perks. Most of them started and ended with Bucky.
He lifted up the blanket across his lap as an invitation to join him on the couch. You didn’t hesitate to crawl into his embrace.
You were thankful that he changed you into comfier clothes while you were asleep. You could already imagine how gross that dress was after lying on that dusty bar. The decision to lay on it was not the worst one you ever made, but it was probably the grossest. Two bottles of tequila on an empty stomach convinced you it was okay. It really wasn’t though.
You mumbled something unintelligible and nuzzled your face against Bucky’s side.
“You hungry?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I can make some pancakes or something to sop up the rest of the tequila.”
“Oh god, no,” you groaned. “I can’t even think about eating right now without wanting to puke.”
“I won’t push it, but you’ll have to eat something eventually. Won’t do your stomach any good to stay empty.”
He was right, but you didn’t feel like admitting that right now. All you wanted was to curl up in his arms and enjoy the warmth of his body until the pounding in your head went away.
Neither of you talked about the funeral. Part of you didn’t want to know how it went anyways, and you knew once you got your phone charged, all the messages from your mother would catch you up on what happened. She’d tell you the service was beautiful, despite her ungrateful daughter missing it. Probably call you uncaring. Evil. Maybe even throw in a few disappointments in there.
Coming home felt like a mistake. The stares you got when you strolled through the town square were enough to make you want to hightail it back to L.A. Your mother started complaining the second you walked into the door. And it wasn’t even night time when you arrived, but you managed to have three mosquito bites on your ass. It was all a gut-wrenching reminder why you left and never looked back.
But you had to admit, even those grievances didn’t seem so bad when you were tucked under Bucky’s arm.
Oh, Bucky.
You didn’t deserve his kindness. You couldn’t remember the last time you made the effort to speak to him since you left, and here he was treating you with so much love and care. Like you never stomped on his heart and left him behind. The thought of what you did made something sour rise in the back of your throat because you knew you couldn’t take it back. You couldn’t make up for that much heartbreak, but you sure as hell were going to try.
You decided that before you passed out in the tub but after you threw up in his truck.
“This wasn’t exactly the reunion I was hoping for,” you cringed at the memory of losing your tequila out his window. “I can pay to get your truck serviced, if you want.”
Bucky chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ve been planning on getting it cleaned out for awhile, I think this was the push I needed. And you say not the reunion that you were hoping for like you planned on having a reunion soon.”
A small silence fell between you two. He glanced down at you when you didn’t say anything right away, and you felt your heart pick up in your chest. After everything he did for you, you owed him something good - something to put that cocky grin on his face and keep it there.
“I was planning on visiting for your birthday.”
His brows pinched, and he slowly sat up to get a better look at you. “What? But you said-”
“I know,” you sighed. “I know I said I would never come back, not for my family and...not for you. But even after all these years, Bucky, I haven’t been with anyone else. I couldn’t because I-” You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You were terrible with emotions, and you couldn’t believe you were doing this when you still had tequila sloshing around in your belly. “Because I don’t want anyone else. They aren’t you.”
“So, you were going to come down on my birthday?”
You nodded, silently picking at the nonexistent lint off his shirt. “Wanda and I were planning it. I knew Sam wouldn’t be able to keep that big mouth of his shut.”
Bucky mulled over your words quietly. They were specific - you were coming to visit on his birthday to confess your feelings. You had no intention of staying, which meant what exactly? Were you going to ask Bucky to come with you? Move away to L.A. and start a whole new life?
He was the first to say he would travel to the ends of the earth to be with you, but being in a big city sounded terrifying. What was he going to do? He wasn’t the one who went to college. He was just the local mechanic, who also bartended to make ends meet. There would be some time where he wouldn’t be able to provide for you the way you deserved, and it terrified him. Because he just wanted to be enough for you.
“I can’t go to L.A.,” he finally managed to croak out. “Small-town guy in a big ol’ city, sounds like a disaster. I wouldn’t be able to keep up and give you what you need. I love you, Y/N, but I won’t be enough for you there.”
You straddled your legs over his hips, cupping his cheeks between your hands. His eyes grew wide as your thumbs brushed along the apples of his cheeks. The warmth in your eyes made his insides melt, and he was suddenly rethinking everything. Maybe he could live in a big city if you kept looking at him like that.
“My job has given me a remote position.” A smile started to spread across your lips, and you had to bite it back. “I can’t stay here, but I don’t have to go back to L.A. either. We can…”
Bucky instantly closed the gap between you two. His lips slotted over yours so passionately, it practically knocked the air out of your lungs. You hummed into the kiss. Every part of you screamed that this is what you were missing in your life - that this is exactly who you needed to be with. It had been so long, and god, you hated it took you this many years just to admit it.
“You know, I would have gone anywhere if you asked me to before,” Bucky murmured when he pulled away from you.
You smiled softly. “Neither of us were ready for that then. But I’m ready now, and I hope that you are too because I don’t think I can get on a plane knowing I’ll never see you again.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not letting you get away this time.”
You didn’t protest when he started to kiss you again. You knew this decision wasn’t something to be taken care of overnight. There would have to be a long discussion on where you’d want to go, and even then you’d still have to go back to L.A. for a bit to get your apartment in order. But you refused to think about any of that right now, not when Bucky’s lips were starting to trail down to the soft spot on your neck.
All those pesky details could be thought about later. Right now, you just wanted to enjoy the reunion.
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Past, Present & Future
pairing : ex!avengers reader x Zemo
word count : 1.3k
warning : mention of death
summary : you used to visit Zemo at the prison after the event of civil war but then he cut you off because he started to have feelings for you. Now that Bucky’s going to break him out, he needs your help babysitting this bad guy.
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“And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me” 
(I Found - Amber Run)                                     
“Do you still visit him?” Bucky asked through the phone, his voice steady and calm, like he already made a decision in his mind.
“After I’d blipped back I might have been there once or twice, but the last time was last year I guess” you said and you shrugged your shoulders as you walked around your apartment trying to find a chocolate you just bought but forgot where you put it at.
Yes, you’ve visited this criminal several times and some of your teammates know it. After you were informed about why he started all of his demeanors, about his motivation, as a person who doesn’t have any family left and witnessed everything that happened at the battle of Sokovia with your own eyes, you strongly have sympathy for him. 
You see him as a man who let his emotions and anger take over his intelligent-self and just tried to do what he thought was right, what he thought it’ll make him feel better after he achieved it. And now that he succeeded his plan, deep down he still feels pretty empty. You can tell just  from looking at him in the eyes, even there’s a thick glass between. And you bet he had taken some steps back to see his work and spent some time with himself, thinking. And you know he could see it too. Nothing changed, his family is still gone. Only thing new to him is that he now has to spend years after years rotting in German prison, which allows him to have more time to think about his family and his past actions. He was about to go insane.
But thank god you went to visit him.
You started to visit him for the very first time after six months of the airport battle. Bringing him some books considering how boring he would feel behind bars. But you were quite confused when you saw that his cell is more superior than the others. Even though it may seem dark and lifeless like the other cells, his cell is a lot bigger compared to others. He also has privileges to read all the up-to-date newspapers and books given from the guards that he seems to  be paying extra for.
In the beginning, it was him who always started a conversation by questioning you. According to his genius mind’s calculation, he never expected any Avengers to visit him and especially to be this nice to him after what he had done, what he had caused. And clearly he was wrong, so he needed to know why you’re doing all of this since he thought he can never be wrong. Maybe you want to take revenge at him? Or could it be that you’re just really nice? 
“Why being so nice to me?” he asked directly, wanting to see your reaction to his action.
“I just feel bad for what happened to you” you didn’t lie but kept looking down to the ground to avoid his gaze on you. You’ve heard about his reputation, how good he is at manipulating and you didn’t want to be his another victim.
It took only a few more times of visiting him for you to realize that you unexpectedly bonded with your friends’ greatest enemy and surprisingly enjoy spending your time with him, he would always tell you stories from his many journeys, but still not the private ones. He never wanted to share any of his family’s memories with anyone and he intended to keep it that way.
After getting to know him a lot more than you should, you soon realized that he’s a Baron after all, a royalty, which answered your curiosity perfectly about why he can still access so many privileges even behind the bars. 
In return, you shared with him how you feel to be an Avengers, pressures and expectations you had received during that time. A hard decision you made that still haunts you in your sleep every night. 
You two sometimes share your opinion on books you bring to him. You went back to the prison countless times with a handful of snacks, sweets and books. That’s why he thinks you’re too nice, too good for him. 
Although he’s in prison, he still manages to spoil you with many presents that have been sent to your door time after time on  special days such as your birthday and Christmas. 
For Helmut, at first, these acts were only to return your kindness. At least that’s what he convinced himself since he doesn’t want to admit that he started to have feelings for you. He keeps telling himself he’ll never love again, but you make it hard for him.
And for you, no one has ever cared about you as much as he did. But still, you persuaded yourself he’s just a friend, a good friend. 
But when it came to the point that Zemo cannot lie to himself anymore, he decided to face the truth and deal with it in a very definitive way. He cut you off. Completely.
He added your name to the list of people he prohibited to visit him. You were heartbroken when you first found out but maybe it’s for the best that things didn’t go any further than this, you cajoled yourself. In the first few months, it was hard for you not to think of him, but now that it has been almost a year, you’re finally doing fine.
To clarify his action, his mind keeps telling him that after what he had done to you, he doesn’t deserve you. You deserve to be happy, to live your life with someone that’s not stuck in a prison like him. Someone as good as you. Not a state-criminal like him. Another reason for him would be because he doesn’t want anyone to replace his wife. Even after so many years she has passed away, she still holds a very special place in his heart and he would never want any memories with someone else to replace those precious memories he has left of her.
“And do you think it’s gonna be fine if he’s out of the prison?” Your eyes automatically blinked, starting to feel terrified by what Bucky just asked you.
“I... I... I don’t know, I can’t reassure you anything, I mean I believe that he’ll be useful to your case but he can be very manipulative so you must be careful when he’s out” You said what you could think of at that moment. You can never think straight when it comes to the Baron.
Bucky replied with silence for a moment but not too long until he continued the conversation and said “Wanna do your old friends a favor?” 
You know he wants you with them in case things go wrong with Zemo since you seem to be the one who knows him best compared to them. Also in Bucky and Sam’s aspect, your fighting and investigating skills would be really helpful to the team. And who knows what the new cap is about? So it’s clearly better to have you included in this little team.
“Sure..” To be honest, you’re quite afraid to face the Baron again but you can never say no to your friends and plus you want to do something in return for them since they always taking a good care of you, they’re like older brothers to you and you couldn’t let they go out there on their own knowing that you can help them.
“See you at the prison tomorrow then, I believe you know your way there already” Bucky replied before hanging up.
This is going to be a hell of a journey!
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We've read SamBucky meets Young Bucky and SamBucky meets Young Sam, now imagine Young Sam meets Young Bucky, that'll be legendary lmao
((Hey, anon! I hope this finds its way to you. I basically wrote this as crack. Hope you like it!))
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“Buck?” Sam asked as he answered the phone. “You must be a mind reader because I was just about to call you. I have a big problem!”
“I have a big problem!”
Their same declaration surprised Sam, but Bucky’s problem couldn’t be as big as his, so he said as much, “I’m sure my problem is bigger than yours.”
“Yeah, don’t be so sure. Because I have an enormous problem.” Bucky huffed.
“Wait… Are we still talking about our problems?” Sam asked when he realized their conversation may have deviated to a very different route.
“Look, Sam, I don’t have time for this. You need to get to New York. Stat.” Bucky practically ordered, making Sam frown.
“I can’t,” Sam replied.
“What do you mean you can’t?” Bucky asked with an edge in his voice.
“I have a… house guest,” Sam replied as he turned around and looked at said guest, who was currently tied to the dining room chair. No, that’s not how Sam normally treated his guests, but this was an exception.
“A house guest? You are such a liar,” Bucky scoffed.
“You don’t have to believe me but it’s the truth.”
“Who is it?” Bucky asked.
“I can’t tell you that. You wouldn’t believe me if I did,” Sam replied and his own voice sounded nervous to him.
“Trust me, after what I’ve seen today, I’d believe in unicorns if you told me they existed,” said Bucky.
The line went quiet for a few seconds, and Sam wondered if Bucky had hung up. He had to admit; he was getting a little worried about his friend. “Bucky?”
“Fine, I’ll come to D.C. Give me a couple hours.” With that, Bucky hung up before Sam could say anything.
“Hello? Bucky?” Sam called out. “Dammit,” he mumbled under his breath.
Sam turned to his tied-up “house guest” and frowned at him. Said house guest was currently struggling in the chair. Sam walked over to the chair and slowly removed the duct tape from his mouth and the man glared at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He yelled. “Free me right now!”
“Not until I figure out who--- what you are,” Sam replied.
“I am YOU!” the man replied. Well, he was more like a kid. “Isn’t that obvious?”
“How is that possible?” Sam asked, “You are clearly some kind of--- shapeshifter!”
“Shapeshifter? They don’t exist!” The kid scoffed. He then released a deep breath and said, “Look, I know this is crazy--”
“That’s an understatement”
The kid pointedly ignored him, “--BUT I think I somehow ended up in the future. I mean, look at you, you’re old.”
“Excuse you!” Sam balked.
“I mean, you’re older than me…”
“How are you so chill about this?”
“You’re freaking out enough for the both of us,” the kid replied.
***
It took Bucky a little more than a few hours to get there.
“Well, about damn ti--” Sam said, opening the door, but stopped mid-sentence when he saw Bucky wasn’t alone.
Sam’s jaw dropped open, and his eyes widened when he saw the person beside Bucky. “What the fuck?” Just like Sam, there was a younger version of Bucky standing right in front of him.
Young Bucky pushed Buck aside and got in front of him. “Hey there, doll. I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can me Bucky,” young Bucky introduced himself and held out his hand in front of him.
Dumbfounded, Sam took his hand and shook it, but young Bucky held his hand for a little longer than necessary, and then, much to Sam’s surprise, he kissed the top of his hand.
Behind him, Bucky let out a groan.
“Seriously? Do you flirt with everything on two legs?” Bucky asked, sounding exasperated.
“I don’t discriminate, Metal Man,” young Bucky replied
“Metal Man?” Sam raised an eyebrow
“He’s part Metal, part Man, so Metal Man,” young Bucky told him excitedly
“Wow, you really gave that a lot of thought,” Sam said sarcastically.
“Ha! I like y--” young Bucky stopped mid-sentence and his eyes widened almost comically like a cartoon character. “Whoa,” he blinked at something behind Sam, and then, much to Sam’s surprise, he hip-checked him out of the way and invited himself into his apartment.
Sam turned around to find young Bucky carefully approaching young Sam.
“I think I’m in love,” he announced.
“What is happening?” Bucky asked. “Is that--”
“Yep, that’s the younger version of me,” Sam replied, looking at the kid in his military uniform.
“Shit… what is happening here?” Bucky asked again. “Where did they come from?”
“Hell if I know,” Sam replied.
Young Bucky was now on one knee in front of young Sam and staring up at him.
Sam could only see his younger self, who was staring back at young Bucky like he had hung the moon for him. And he suddenly seemed to have forgotten that he was tied to a chair.
“Hi,” young Sam whispered.
“Hi,” young Bucky replied. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky." He introduced himself but this time there wasn’t any flirtatiousness in his voice.
“I’m Samuel Thomas Wilson, but you can call me Sam.”
“Sam,” young Bucky repeated the name like he was testing it out. “You’re beautiful, Sam.”
Young Sam shyly looked down and bit down on his lips. “You’re not too bad-looking yourself,” he said.
“Sweetheart, do you have a dame or a fella in your life?” He asked.
“Dame or fella?” Sam whispered to Bucky, who just stood there stoic, not saying a word.
“No, I’m single,” young Sam replied. “I mean, this one guy just asked me out, but I was plucked from my timeline and thrown here before I could go on said date.”
“Well, I thank whatever god is out there for that,” said young Bucky. “I would have been really heartbroken if you were taken.”
“Why?” young Sam asked and bit down on his bottom lip.
“Because I think I may be in love with you.”
“What?!” Sam screeched
“Excuse me?!” Bucky asked at the same time.
Both Sam and Bucky looked at each other and rolled their eyes before turning back to the two young versions of themselves.
“I think I might reciprocate those feelings,” young Sam replied, much to Sam’s surprise. He doesn’t remember being this naïve and a complete dumbass.
“Great, they’re in love,” Buck grumbled beside him.
“They’re not in love… they’re just dumb kids,” Sam huffed.
“Which asshole tied you up like this?” Young Bucky asked as he untied Sam
“Him,” young Sam nodded towards Sam.
Young Bucky turned around and glared at him. “How dare you tie up the love of my life?”
“The love of your life?” Sam almost choked.
“Yes, Sam here is the one I have been looking for my whole life.” Bucky took young Sam’s hands as he stood up from the chair and the two of them stared at each other with love and awe. And then they were kissing...
Sam wasn’t sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but soon they were all over each other, kissing like they were two drowning men, holding onto each other for dear life.
“And now they’re kissing,” Bucky commented beside him.
“Wow, thanks for the commentary, Buck. I, of course, can’t see for myself that they’re kissing,” Sam scoffed.
“What do we do about them?” Bucky asked, clearing his throat.
The longer they kissed, the more awkward Sam felt, standing next to his best friend, who he most definitely didn’t want to kiss.
The two kids pulled apart from the kiss, but stayed close to each other and giggled like a couple of schoolgirls. They were whispering something to each other that Sam couldn’t hear.
“Have you ever thought about--” Sam didn’t finish his thought.
“About kissing you?” Bucky finished it for him. “Yes, I have.”
“Then why didn’t you?” Sam asked.
“Didn’t want you to kick my ass,” Bucky replied.
That made Sam chuckle. “I wouldn’t have kicked your ass. Not for that, anyway.”
Soon Bucky’s metal hand found its way to Sam’s, and he took it and intertwined their fingers.
Young Bucky and young Sam were kissing again and Sam suddenly had the urge to kiss his own Bucky. Their young versions soon pulled away and took each other’s hands before coming over to Sam and Bucky.
“We have decided that Sam is coming with me back to my timeline,” young Bucky informed them.
“Uh no, he’s not,” Sam replied. “You don’t exactly come from a tolerant time.”
“I have to agree with Sam,” Bucky chimed in.
“Fine! Then Bucky is coming with me,” young Sam huffed.
“He can’t,” Bucky told him. “He’s not from this universe.”
“What?!” Sam asked.
“He comes from a universe where Peggy Carter became the Captain, not Steve.”
“What the hell?” Sam blinked at young Bucky. A person from a whole other universe. That was crazier than his younger self coming here from the past.
“Wait, you’re friends with Captain America? You’re that Bucky Barnes?!” Young Sam asked, surprised.
“No, that’s him,” Sam said, pointing at his Bucky.
Young Sam completely ignored him and grinned at Bucky. “That’s the coolest thing ever. My boyfriend is a famous historical figure.”
“Your boyfriend?” Bucky, Sam’s Bucky, choked.
And then young Sam and young Bucky were kissing again.
“Wait till he finds out that you’re Captain America,” Bucky chuckled.
Sam glared at him in return. “We’re not telling them anything. We don’t know what the repercussions will be!”
Young Sam and young Bucky were so lost in each other that they didn’t even hear Sam and Bucky talking about them. The young ones finally pulled apart to catch a breath.
“I’m not going anywhere without him,” young Sam adamantly told him and took young Bucky’s hand again.
“I’m not going anywhere without him either,” added young Bucky. “I believe I was sent here to meet the love of my life.”
“He is not the love of your life,” Sam sighed. “You’re kids. How old are you again?”
“I’m 20!” Young Bucky replied.
“I’m 18,” said young Sam. “We’re not kids.”
“Metal Man and Not Sam--”
“Hey! I am Sam.” Sam glared at him.
Young Bucky smirked “Metal Man and Not Sam, you are going to figure out how to keep us together.”
“What?” Bucky and Sam asked at the same time.
“You’re gonna figure out a way to keep us together because if you don’t then we’ll just stay here and mess up your timeline,” young Sam added.
“This is a nightmare. This cannot be real,” Sam said, horrified.
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"Clark, how are we ever gonna get Tom and Y/N together?" Sam asked. "They're perfect for each other."
"Y/N always feels like she has to look out for me. Until she knows someone else is watching over me, she won't take care of herself," Clark said.
"Do you think she loves Tom?"
"I know she does."
"How can we get her to give him a chance?"
Clark snapped her fingers. "I've got it! What if we got engaged?"
"Darling, I adore you, but engaged? Now? I mean, so soon, love? We're really young."
"We could just pretend for a little while. Make it convincing so Y/N doesn't feel guilty about leaving me to fend for myself," Clark explained.
"Won't our parents be upset when they find out the truth?"
"Yours will understand once Tom is finally happy. As for mine, well. They'll get over it eventually." Clark gave a shrug.
"I'll cook a special meal," Sam said. "We can invite everyone and make an announcement."
Clark kissed him. "Count me in as your sous-chef."
*
Tom had been flirting with you relentlessly for months. You'd met on a film set together and he'd been trying to win your heart nearly the entire time.
You'd met all his brothers and as it turned out, one fell in love with your best friend, Clark.
You liked Sam, but you wished you could be sure that his intentions with Clark were honorable. Boys his age liked to have fun and there was nothing wrong with that. You just didn't want to see Clark heartbroken. You were always the one to guide her.
One thing you were sure of: your own happiness could wait.
"Join us for dinner, love. Sam's cooking tonight." Tom interrupted your thoughts. "Mum has been dying to see you, too."
"Tell Sam I'll be there."
*
Knock knock knock.
You rapped on the cream wooden door. Tom opened it with a huge smile on his face.
"You came!"
He pulled you inside. "Come on, everyone else is already here."
Tom took your coat for you. "You look pretty," he said, confident as ever with his flirting.
"Thanks."
The two of you joined everyone else in the dining room and sat down to eat. You and Tom were across from Clark and Sam.
The food was delicious and toward the end of the meal, Sam rose from his seat. "Everyone, Clark and I have an announcement!" Conversations stopped and Sam cleared his throat.
"You see the thing is, we, I mean I, I mean, I mean," Sam tripped over his words and Clark touched his arm with her lithe fingers. Her smile reassured him, and he started again.
"Everyone, Clark has agreed to marry me!"
The whole table burst into applause and congratulatory exclamations. Butterflies of excitement and love spread through your stomach and chest while you watched your friend glow with joy.
"Congrats, bro!" Tom said. Then he leaned over to you. "See, Y/N. Love is in the air. It's about time you let someone, namely, me, court you."
You snorted. "Court me?"
"Come on, Y/N! One date. Please, look how happy they are. We could be like that."
You sighed.
"I know you like me, Y/N."
"Cocky, aren't we?"
"Am I wrong?"
"No." You tried to hide your smile.
"I'll give you one date. But it better be romantic," you said.
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imerdwarf · 3 years
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I've Given All I Can
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Summary: You and Bucky feel as though you're pulling apart from each other, your worse fears come true one night at a party but is it too late?
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Warnings: Low self esteem, angst, language, Bucky is an idiot, tears, heartbreak, implied smut (but nothing explicit) at the end 💜
Author's Notes: Happy evening 😍 this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club's Drunk Drabbles 💜
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Bucky has that unreadable look in his eyes again as he watches you change clothes. Your jeans feel too tight around your waist and your shirts pull across your stomach, accentuating the bulge from your food baby from all the binge eating junk you've eaten the past few weeks to help you feel better.
In truth, eating like that made you feel worse about yourself. You thought of yourself as the worst human alive because you couldn't stop it, you couldn't stop anything from going wrong with your body and your mind was in overdrive.
Your self esteem issues were eating away at you, you felt helpless as if you were screaming into a void alone and nobody was around to help you. Your mind would play the cruelest tricks. For example, how your mind would pick up on the facial expressions your boyfriend Bucky would give other women in the compound. He looks at them how he used to look at you when you first started dating, and it's been a while since you have seen that look from him.
For Bucky it was completely the opposite though, he's felt this distance between the two of you for a while and figured it was because you weren't interested in him anymore. He knows of the stress you've been under, how your insecurities are eating away at your thoughts and he longs for the day he sees your beautiful smile again.
He just knows it won't happen anytime soon and quite frankly, he doesn't even know what he should do anymore. Trying to talk to you was impossible because you would only grunt in response or not pay any attention to what he was asking or you would just change subjects which has been the case lately.
He doesn't know what do to, he wishes you would just tell him what he needs to do to make you love him again. He stares blankly at you as you change into jeans and a sweater, making no attempt to look away when you catch his stare and that look on his face.
Bucky stands and leaves you alone in the room, the door closes behind him and it's then the waterworks come to life. Tears roll freely down your cheeks as you crumble to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest, you rock back and forth feeling your heart break in your chest. You would give anything to have Bucky wrap his arms around you right now, it just seems he feels disgusted being near you and touching you.
While you were crying in your shared room, Bucky made his way to the kitchen where he saw Sam sitting on the stool sipping a coffee and scrolling through some files on the glass tablet.
"Rough mission?" Bucky asks, taking a seat opposite him and playing with the strings on his sweatpants.
"You could say that," Sam coughs into his bent elbow and looks over at Barnes to notice that worrying look in his eyes, "what's wrong?" He adds with a frown.
"Nothin'" Bucky sighs and runs a hand over his face. He looks tired and almost defeated.
"Come on man, I'm good for some things ya know!" Sam chuckles to encourage the man.
"It's just me and Y/N, things aren't... so good lately, feel like we're drifting apart." Bucky sniffles, saying it out loud was almost reality.
"Well, as your friend, I would advise you to sit down and talk about things, tell each other what's on your mind and hug it out even." Sam has a point but he doesn't understand that Bucky has tried to talk to you about this in the past and got nowhere. Now you were barely speaking.
"It's not that simple Sam," Bucky sighs and shakes his head.
Now it's Sam's turn to sigh, "nothing ever is simple. Just act like an adult and talk like adults, it's gonna be alright, man! Anyway, I got to go. I have a support group to motivate, let me know how things go." Sam grabs his backpack from the stool next to him and leaves quickly, leaving Bucky to think over his irrational plan that he thinks might work.
1 week later
Tonight is the night of one of Stark's extravagant parties and everyone is invited. It's also the night Bucky has a plan that he wants to execute to hopefully bring the two of you back together again.
He stands in front of the floor length mirror and adjusts his bowtie for the umpteenth time. His black suit is tailored to fit him perfectly and he knows how much you love him in black.
Your own dress was a gift from Natasha. It showed a lot of cleavage and thigh, normally, a dress like this was not something you would have chosen.
And by the time you got downstairs to the party, the room was already crowded ranging from the less fortunate to the billionaires. You had to shimmy past a couple of people to reach the bar, you were hoping your dress might spark some interest from Bucky tonight but he's nowhere to be seen.
You take a seat on the barstool and order a martini, the bartender hands you the drink and you thank him with a smile, spinning on your seat to sip your drink and scan the room. A boisterous laugh grabs your attention and your eyes follow the offensive sound. Your eyes narrow in on the gorgeous blonde standing in the corner, but it's the man she's with that makes your heart drop into your stomach.
It's Bucky. And her hands are holding onto his biceps as he presumably tells her one of his jokes. He's smiling, he's laughing and it's the happiest you have seen him for a while. Was he miserable because of you? Were you holding him back from happiness? The scene unfolding was answering all of your questions and more when Bucky takes her hand in his and pulls her to the dance floor to dance alongside the other 'couples'. They look so happy and so lost in each others eyes that your eyes well up and the room feels like it's closing in and suffocating you.
You can't breath, you need air and fast. You slam your glass down on the bar and stand up, taking off your heels so you can get out of here even quicker. You don't excuse yourself as you barge past the happy smiling attendees.
Wanda sees everything unfold from where she was stood. She saw the way Barnes had approached the blonde woman and started flirting with her as soon as you arrived at the party. She also sees he's none the wiser of the fact you've already left the scene upset and heartbroken.
Wanda approaches the blind idiot and pulls him away from the woman he's with. "what the -"
"I could ask you the same question Barnes! What the hell do you think you're playing at? You're cheating on Y/N now? My best friend?" Wanda is seething, and the urge to punch the smirk of his face is harder to resist.
"Did it work?" He asks with a smug grin looking around the party.
"Oh yeah, if your plan was to break her heart and make her cry, it worked perfectly!"
Bucky frowns and his lip quivers slightly, "nononono! That wasn't the plan! Fuck, where did she go?"
"Who knows." Wanda shrugs, she wouldn't tell him even if she did.
Bucky rushes past her and starts to look in every room until he finds you slouched against the wall of one of the vacant offices down the hall.
"Baby!" Bucky rushes in and kneels next to you, his big arms immediately pull you into his chest. You try to pull away but his grip is too strong and you end up sobbing uncontrollably into his chest. "I'm so sorry baby."
You pull your face away to breathe, your palms flat against his chest, "you're leaving me," you croak, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. The room around you feels like it's spinning, this feels like a really bad dream.
Bucky staggers for a moment, digging his fingertips further into your flesh. "Absolutely not baby! No way! I'm so sorry you gotta believe me doll, I was just trying to make you jealous because I thought you weren't interested in me anymore and-"
"I thought you weren't interested in me!" You argue, fighting back the fresh tears threatening to fall, "you haven't touched me in so long I didn't know what to think."
"Then it's my fault doll, I read the whole situation wrong and I should have talked to you like an adult, please let me make it up to you and I promise I'll show you just how much I love you and want to touch you." His nose nudges against yours and his face dips slightly to capture your lips. His lips are soft and you quietly moan into his mouth as he spins you both around and presses you up against the door ready to make good on his promise.
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sinner-as-saint · 4 years
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You Were Made To Be Mine - 3.
Pirate!Bucky x Mermaid!Reader
Part 3 of this series.
Run-through: Bucky is one of the greatest pirates ever known. Living peacefully in his vast and flourishing archipelago; filthy rich and respected by all those around him. He is the leader of his people and his massive fleet, and is viewed as no less than a king by his crew and the people on his lands. He, however, has a secret that he keeps from everyone. The infamous and brawny pirate has lost his heart to one of the most beautiful creations he’s ever seen – you. Ever since the moment he saw you, he knew that you were meant to be his. But he belonged to the earth, you to the ocean. Could love and resilience somehow find a way to unite two worlds?
Themes: mermaid!reader, mythological elements, pirate!bucky, fluff, slight angst, smut
a/n: This will be the last part of this series. Thank you to everyone who loved this series, and pirate!bucky as much as I did! I love you guys so much!
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One week in your absence felt like a thousand years to the heartbroken man you had left behind.
A tragedy of his own making, truth be told.
Bucky was miserable, torn and completely unable to function properly now with you gone. He could barely sleep. And spent most of his time on the shore of the small isle – where he used to meet up with you. Which used to be his favorite place but now the shore and the rocks only reminded him of his terrible mistake. A mistake which cost him the one thing he soon realized he couldn’t live without.
Sat there, on the rock where he had spent countless hours with you in the past just talking and learning about each other and falling deeper and deeper in love, Bucky looked down to see a shiny pearl in the palm of his hand. You brought him many pretty things from the depths of the ocean – shells, pearls, but this one pearl stood out the most to him. Mainly because the color of it reminded him of the many hues present on your tail.
“I miss you, my little pearl. Come back to me. Please.” He whispered under his breath. Sad and sulking, he hadn’t smiled since you were gone. Sometimes it felt like he hadn’t lived at all before he met you and now with you gone, he was just… existing – void of any happiness and love and warmth.
As each wave crashed on the shore and on the rocks, it felt like someone was poking at a wound. Each day he returned back to his island, without any knowledge of your whereabouts, it felt like a defeat. Bucky spent the nights at the isle, then rowed back in the morning – where he slept and sulked all day inside his home and came out at night again to row back to the isle. He was a mess and only you could fix it, but you were mad and broken and gone.
His friends were worried sick but there was nothing they could do. It was impossible to even look for you because they would never find you from the surface. All they could do was wait and pray that you come back else they feared that their friend might die from a heartbreak. He was already in so much pain already.
 Bucky never gave up. Midway into the second week, he was hurting just the same but that didn’t diminish his hope. He would sit at the rock and wait each night. You never showed up, but he never stopped showing up either. He’d sit there at the shore or on your rock and just reminisce the time he spent with you. He’d smile to himself, laugh at the funny things, shed a tear or two whenever the realization hit him and reminded him cruelly that you were gone and it was his fault.
“I’m not gonna make it without you. Please come back.” he begged, looking towards the ocean as the gentle, cool and salty wind caressed his face, reminding him of your touch. Damp and cool but it brought him warmth like no other. And just like always, all he got back as a reply was tranquility and the sound of waves dying out on the shore – much like him.
Yet, just like the waves, he was resilient and he kept coming back hoping that one day you’ll show up. He had faith in the love he had for you, and he knew that you’d be reunited again one day. Sooner or later.
Lucky for him, that day wasn’t too far.
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 One evening, Bucky felt much better than he had ever felt in the past two weeks in your absence. Which was weird because he’d only been sad and gloomy since the day you were gone. But tonight as he rowed to the isle he was almost, dare he say, excited and more hopeful than ever. He was confused but he felt tingly and warm – like how he usually felt whenever you were around.
And much to his surprise, he had been right. Because as soon as he reached the shore, he felt immediately more alive. And something told him that you were close by.
“Sweetheart? Is it you?” he called out, using the moonlight and the torch to look around as much as he could. He found you and his body froze to the ground.
He found you on the shore, not far from him. You appeared to be unconscious, and as though the waves had washed your body up to the shore. He ran to you, and as soon as he got close enough, his heart skipped a beat or two.
You were… human. With legs in lieu of your lovely tail and fins. Oh sweetheart…
Bucky fell to his knees beside your bare body and wedged the torch to the ground and pulled your body up to him. Bucky immediately removed his thick coat and wrapped you in it, sheltering you from the cold. You whimpered as he touched you, because even when not so conscious, you knew it was him. “Wake up, Y/N. Please wake up,” he cradled you against his warm chest.
He could feel your heartbeat as he held you against him, and that was the only thing keeping him from being hysterical due to all the overwhelming emotions he was feeling. Regret for letting you go in the first place. Guilt for being selfish. Heartache because he had broken your heart in doing so. Happiness for having found you at last. It all hit him right in the face like a harsh punch.
He felt like he wanted to scream and shout and just do something, but then the sound of your voice calmed him down instantly.
“Buck…” your voice sounded hoarse and it ended in a cough. You didn’t open your eyes but you felt him there, holding you. You felt safe.
“I’m here, my love. I’m right here. Are you okay? What- I need to know you’re okay, please.” He waited, leaning in to kiss your forehead as he hugged you tighter.
You struggled to talk but you managed to mumble out some words, “It’s… I…everything hurts.”
Bucky felt like he was being torn apart limb by limb. “How can I make it better, sweetheart? Tell me what to do.” he sounded frantic and scared and hurt all at the same time.
Your next few words made him shed tears right there on the shore. “Take me home.” He held you, clinging to you like a child and he cried silently. Whispering and pleading and telling you he’s sorry.
-
When Bucky brought you home that night, his friends were surprised but they didn’t question him right away. Thor was the one who knew just what to give you for the pain. Okoye brought you all that a woman could need. And Sam and Steve worked on what to tell the rest of the people when they find out about you.
You were still slipping in and out of consciousness. And no one knew what happened in those two weeks, all they could do was wait for you to wake up.
“She’s alright. She’s here with you now, with us. Everything’s going to be alright, Buck.” Steve gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder and Bucky nodded. “Get some sleep. I’m sure she’ll be fine by morning.”
His friends all left, telling him they were close by and to call for them if he needed help with anything. Bucky walked them till the front door then hurried his way back to you. He had cleaned you and dressed you in a light blue sleeping gown and placed you in his bed, you looked comfortable and at ease. But he wanted you to just wake up already.
There was so many questions he needed answers to, so much he had to apologize for, so much to make up for.
“I love you more than anything.” He whispered and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I’m sorry, my love.” Bucky stayed by your side the entire night that night. He hadn’t seen you for two weeks, so each glimpse of you now was a privilege that he was more than grateful for.
-
You woke up abruptly in the middle of the night; panicking and panting. You felt warm, and something was clinging to your body. Your eyes were wide open and you felt so hot. Your chest was heaving and you thrashed around trying to reorient yourself and find out where you were. All you felt was dry, silky material wrapped all around you.
Your movements woke Bucky up and he opened his eyes and realized that the candles had gone out so hurried to light them up again. And once he did and turned around, he caught your stare. You were clearly disoriented and scared.
“Hey…” he came over and sat down on the edge of the bed. His hand reached out to touch your cheek and you closed your eyes and relished the feeling of his skin against yours. Oh how you had missed him. “Are you in pain right now?” he asked, there was so much you and him needed to talk about but right now your comfort and health was more important that anything. Besides, now you would plenty of time to discuss things.
You shook your head. You weren’t in any physical pain, not anymore. But your heart hurt. “How did you…” your voice trailed off, your throat suddenly feeling dry and itchy. Bucky figured you needed some water so he grabbed the nearby goblet of water and held it up to your lips. Reluctantly you leaned in, but then stopped.
“It’s just water. You’re thirsty, you need some. Drink,” he cupped your face gently and tipped the lip of the goblet a little, letting some water into your mouth. You drank half of it and closed your eyes and sighed, it seemed to have quenched your thirst.
“Thank you.” you mumbled as Bucky placed the goblet to the side and turned to face you. One look into his pretty blue eyes and your own started watering. It was all too much to bear. The separation had killed you, the heartbreak as well. And now here you were, thousands of unasked questions between you two acting as another barrier, although you had just overcame a major one.
Bucky spoke up after a few seconds of staring into your eyes. “I found you on the shore. You were barely conscious at the time.” He filled you in on the part which you seemed to have trouble remembering. You nodded and he spoke up again. “I’m sorry I let you go.” He scooted closer to you and caressed your cheek. “I love you. Way too much. It’s killing me, sweetheart. I don’t know what to do.”
He sounded lost and vulnerable. Your tears fell, despite how much you tried to hold them back. You let out a quiet sob as you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you back, tightly securing his arms around you. Your tears were incessant, but you broke into a faint smile as he cradled your head. Your hugs weren’t damp and cold anymore, but warm and comfortable.
When the tears finally stopped, you pulled away and filled Bucky in on what he missed. After you ‘broke up’ you were pissed and dove into deep waters without a care in the world. You made it to where the potion supposedly was, and after spending multiple days looking for it, you managed to find it.
Your memory was messy and scattered after that. You remember feeling pain. A lot of pain, and you remember passing out and feeling like you were being torn in two.
“I must have lost consciousness then. I don’t remember. But the waves thankfully brought me to the shore.” You finished. Bucky listened attentively. God, he felt awful.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.” he apologized, looking down in his lap where he held both your hands in his.
You squeezed his hands. “It’s okay, you didn’t know.”
“I was stupid to let you go.” He argued.
You smiled and reached up to touch his face. “I wouldn’t be here, like this,” you pointed at your lower limbs, “if you didn’t let me go.”
“I love you.”
You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “And I love you.” you mumbled against his lips.
Bucky spent the whole night just holding you close to him. You were still a little weak and unwell, but you promised him you would be alright in the morning. After all, you were way too excited to explore his island and meet his people and be one of them.
“Will they like me?” you asked, unable to fall asleep. Bucky chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.
“They’ll love you.” he replied.
-
He had been right.
As soon as his friends came by the next morning, they were all impatient to see you at once. They told Bucky that they would make up a story and tell the rest of the inhabitants of the archipelago that you were found stranded on an island, and that’s where Bucky found you.
“We have to hide the truth, for her sake.” Sam made sure everybody understood and were on the same page. Everyone nodded.
When Bucky came to get you, you wobbled on your feet a little before standing up. “I’ll have to get used to this.”
Bucky chuckled and came over to help you steady yourself. “One foot in front of the other. We’ll take it slow, sweetheart. Don’t you worry, you’ll get the hang of things in no time.” He smiled and led you out of the room.
You struggled to walk initially, but you were a quick learner. By the time you reached downstairs, you were able to walk on your own, but you still let Bucky keep his arms around you and you held on to him just in case. You met Bucky’s closest friend in the foyer. And the men all stared at you like they had never seen anything like you before. The woman however, Okoye – Bucky spoke of her often, gave you a polite smile.
“Welcome to our world.” She spoke, stepping closer and giving you a polite nod.
You smiled at her, her warmth rubbing off on you. “Thank you for the clothes.” Bucky had told you last night how she had made all the arrangements regarding your clothes. She smiled and said there was no need to thank her.
“You’re one of us now. You’re family.”
You almost shed tear of joy at her words. And something told you that you and Okoye would get along really well in the future. She just had that kind of aura around her; fierce and strong but also almost motherly and caring.
Bucky introduced you to everyone else. You recognized Steve from the swords fight. Then Sam was just as Bucky described him. Thor was much taller and broader than you imagined, but he was also the most gentle out of all of them.
Steve spoke up soon after you were introduced to all of them. “We’re so glad you’re finally here. Now someone,” he looked directly at Bucky, “will finally stop weeping and moaning in sadness.” That earned a round of chuckles and a giggle from you.
Bucky shot Steve a glare and had you not been there, he would have showered his friend with insults. You immediately liked them all. And even after they left, you couldn’t stop smiling.
“I can’t wait to meet everyone!” you chirped as Bucky helped you sit down at the stone table for breakfast. He figured you must be hungry.
“I can’t wait either, but it’s time you eat.” His words made you a little nervous, but also excited. Bucky gave you a quick tutorial on how to handle cutlery and you learnt in less than a few minutes. “That’s really good!” he cheered as you took your first bite of food all on your own.
You chewed cautiously, then turned to him with wide eyes. He chuckled, happy that you seemed to really enjoy human food.
-
That was just the beginning, soon Bucky realized that you were no different than a child experiencing everything the world had to offer for the first time. Bucky really enjoyed walking you through everything; and luckily you learnt everything rather quickly.
By the end of the first week, you were able to walk around on your own, dress yourself up and wash and brush your teeth and do your own hair. Bucky was impressed.
Some days later, Bucky decided that it was time to introduce you to everyone. And he meant everyone.
You had always wanted to be part of one of Bucky’s feast but you had never thought it would be this grand, and crowded and loud and cheery. People gathered around the many tables; loud chatter, laughter and clinging of goblets – it made you happy.
Bucky managed to get everyone’s attention. And told them the makeshift story of how he once found you, stranded on an island far from here. He added to the story and told them that he had to keep you hidden for a week or so because you were injured and sick but you were all better now.
“So I’m glad to introduce you to Y/N, the newest member of our family.” He held your hand showed you off proudly. He didn’t have to say it, everyone present at the massive hall could tell that he was madly in love with you. It could be seen in his eyes as he looked at you in pure adoration.
Your introduction was followed by a loud roar of cheer and claps and merry. Everyone was just happy that their mass was growing, and they took pride in it.
All throughout the feast, Bucky couldn’t help but feel more powerful as he sat next to you. He felt like he was on top of the world, like there was nothing he couldn’t do. You completed him. And you were here now, here to stay. Forever by his side.
Bucky made love to you that night. He couldn’t hold back from touching you anymore. All those nights of sleeping beside you, and not holding you or pleasuring you like he so desperately wanted to, had been pure torture.
Not only for him, but you as well. Having to see him shirtless and having his arms around you almost all the time had been making you feel hot and bothered almost always. But you were too shy and inexperienced to initiate anything so you waited. Until tonight.
Back home from the feast, as soon as you walked into your shared bedroom, Bucky grabbed you and gently pressed you against the door once he closed it behind him. He had you trapped between him and the door, and you weren’t complaining.
The look in his eyes spoke volumes. He was hungry and wild, and ready to ravish you all night long. But he knew he had to be gentle with you. He wondered how to ease you into it but you took care of that by reaching up and pressing your lips to his. You kiss was rough and needy, even Bucky was surprised.
Your body trembled in anticipation as he wrapped his arms around you and walked the two of you towards the large bed. His tongue slipped past your lips, and you let him. He stroked the top of your mouth and you found yourself whining and needing more.
Your body felt like it was on fire. One which could only be doused by his touch. Yet as soothing as his touch was, it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you wanted him. Unrestrained, and passionately. You needed him so terribly you almost begged.
As soon as your back hit the soft mattress, Bucky pulled away and looked down at you. His body hovered over yours, and your hands caressed the back of his neck lovingly. “Make me yours.” You whispered.
Bucky closed his eyes and sighed. “My little pearl…” he was feeling too much to talk. So he decided to let his emotions show instead. He planned on worshipping your body and make love to you until the sun came up.
Bucky pressed his body down against yours. Nothing had to be said, you could both see it in each other’s eyes; the love, the desire and the need. The feral need. That same tingle spread all over you again – the one you got each time he touched you even in the most innocent ways possible. You looked up to see his eyes had darkened a shade. His grip tightened on your body and he dipped his head and kissed down your neck – making you shiver again.  
“I will make you mine. Just promise you’ll tell me if it hurts or makes you uncomfortable. Yes?” he made sure you understood. You nodded and mumbled a ‘yes’.
Bucky took his time and got you out of the lovely dress you were wearing. As much as he liked it, he liked you better naked. So he didn’t stop undressing you until you were bare against his sheets. He looked down at you like you were a meal, and he, a hungry man with an insatiable appetite. You felt no awkwardness, no shame. You were his, entirely and his gaze only made you feel more confident and beautiful.
He went on to remove most of his clothes as well, leaving only his pants on. Bucky leaned down to kiss every inch of your body. Your lips, down your neck, your collar bones and your chest. He paid a lot of attention to your breasts; licking and biting and sucking, letting his hands cup your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and fondling. Instinctively, your back arched off the bed and you whimpered under his soft, yet needy touch. Bucky was eager to show you how much he loves you, but he knew he had to take it slow.
He dragged his soft lips up and down your body, making you tremble under his touch. His beard pricked your skin but it also tickled, making your whine end in a giggle. He smiled when he heard the noises you made, he knew it would be his favorite things to hear from now on.
Your body tingled and burned under his touch, and there was nothing you wanted more than have him buried deep in you. But you were also nervous for your first time together, but the pressing need inside you overpowered the nervousness.
His mouth found yours as his hand slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. The foreign, but very pleasant feeling caused a shiver to run down your spine; you shivered and moaned through the kiss. His knuckles gently stroked your wet folds; making you whimper. He chuckled against your mouth upon feeling just how aroused you were. Wet, and warm and ready – just as needy as he was.
But he wanted to take his time and savour you first. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around as he went. He poked at your entrance with his finger, “Is this okay, sweetheart?” he wanted to confirm. You nodded quickly, eyes shut and head thrown back.
“Yes… please Buck…” you were breathless already. Pulsing and hot, your body wanted him bad. So bad. He chuckled at your reply and pushed a finger into you and you shivered. He messed with you for a little bit; stroking your walls with his finger, then added another; making you whine.
You felt your hole stretch around his fingers as he was knuckles deep in you, slowly slipping his fingers in and out of you. He kissed the side of your face, along your jaw and down your neck as he sped up. Your legs spread further apart naturally, a sign that you wanted more. Bucky smirked.
“You feel so good around my fingers, sweetheart,” he whispered, nibbling at your jaw. “So warm, and wet…” he chuckled and the sound of his laugh was so hot it made your body clench around his fingers. He noticed and slowed down his pace, purposely teasing you. Oh he wanted to pleasure you so bad, but not so easily… “You’re dripping all over my hand,” he noted, seductively whispering and kissing the shell of your ear, “I wonder how you taste…”
You squirmed at the sound of his words, your heart racing in anticipation as he kissed his way down your body again. Quicker this time, impatient to reach in between your legs. You threw your head back and moaned once his lips kissed your inner thigh and his mouth latched onto your core in no time; his tongue teasing your clit softly. He had you squirming and moaning – a complete mess under him in no time.
He kept his fingers inside you, moving ever so gently against your walls. Your body welcomed the foreign feeling. You felt his rough beard scratch in between your thighs but that was the least of your concerns, all you focused on was his mouth on you. Shamelessly eating you out like you were his favorite meal. His tongue licked up and down your slit, diving in and out of your wet folds, occasionally running over your opening where his fingers were snug inside you.
You moaned and reached down to grip his hair. You squirmed and whined and cried out. Your legs trembled in pleasure, and Bucky lifted one of them and placed it over his shoulders, eager to taste you even more, pushing your core further into his mouth and making you cry out of pleasure. His hands locked around your thighs as the lower half of his face pressed down into your wet heat; his lips drenched with your arousal.
“Hmm,” his hum reverberated inside you, making you squirm. “You taste heavenly, my little pearl.” He whispered and placed a loud kiss right on your clit before getting back to eating you out like a madman again.
Your eyes were shut, but you imagine he must be quite the sight. Big and broad and muscular, knelt in between your legs, his face pushed in between your hips as he took your higher… and higher. A couple more strokes of his tongue and your moans got louder and louder, a strange but sweet pressure forming in your lower regions.
“Let go sweetheart, cum for me.” He mumbled. He had you coming in no time; gushing out all over his lips as he lapped up whatever you gave him. The wet sounds erupting whenever his mouth sucked on your sensitive clit were downright sinful. As the waves of euphoria washed over you, you felt him kissing his way up your body; leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin until he reached your mouth again. Bucky kissed you deeply and his kiss was a little more rough and messy and demanding than earlier.
You were like a drug. And now that he had had a taste, he only wanted more. He needed more. Bucky pulled away from the kiss a few seconds later. Chest heaving, and recovering from your previous orgasm, you admired the man above you, as he lowered his pants, reached down and pulled out his cock; stroking it while he looked down into your eyes.
You lips parted in hunger. You wanted him so bad it hurt. Your walls clenched around nothing as you watched him stroke himself. His size both startled and excited you. You were both nervous and impatient to just have him in you already. Bucky leaned in again to press his forehead against yours again. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and gruff as he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned out loud as he did. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to adjust.
“You okay, my love?” he asked again, breathless as your walls squeezed him violently. Fuck…
“Yeah…” you were just as needy as him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you buried your face into the crook of his neck as you felt his body flex against yours. His back muscles felt taut and firm under your touch and his hard chest pressed down into you.
You were so full of his thick cock that even forming a proper thought seemed impossible at the moment. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, attempting to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours. Slowly at first, testing and seeing if you could take it.
You moaned as your body welcomed him in, and Bucky got his answer.
He removed himself out of you entirely and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to adjust to his size. He lowered his face again, and dipped his head into the crook of your neck. You heard him panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulder and muscular arm; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. He slowed down occasionally, then picked up the pace again; making you lose your mind. Yes… yes…yes. All you knew was that you wanted him there, forever if you could.
You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to; so you simply let go. He kissed you, bit your skin, kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you; and you never complained once. Given his size, he stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain.  
“I love you so much…” he mumbled against your skin. But you were unable to answer, all you did was moan and whimper and squirm as he pounded into you. Your legs trembled and he lifted them up to wrap them around his waist. This allowed him to thrust deeper into you.
Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any louder noises while he fucked you. He was relentless, as though each moan, each mewl which left your lips only encouraged him to give you his all.
He was sweet and caring as he handled your body, caressing you and kissing you, but he was also animalistic and wild at the same time. His kisses were passionate and deep. His touch was tantalizing, and he didn’t hold back as he made love to you. And you knew you could definitely get used to this. The now familiar pressure was back again, hot and burning. You got louder and so did he.
As he pulled away and looked down at you, you saw in his eyes, the determination, the hunger and the need; matching your own. “You’re all mine.” he whispered as he made you cum again around his cock for the first time that night. Your moans were wanton as your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him fill you up again, with his warm load shooting at your walls. “Mine.” he growled and collapsed into your arms.
 At some point during the night, he took you again. This time he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips, your ass up in the air.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked again.
“Yes.” you replied almost immediately.
He kissed the back of your neck and pushed himself inside you again. You felt his hard body press against the curve of your ass as he filled you up just like he had earlier.
Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed his palm against your lower abdomen. He liked the wave of excitement which coursed through his veins each time he felt himself thrusting deep within you. He liked how he was the only one who would ever touch you like this, the only one who would own you like this, the only one who would ever fuck you like this.
You moaned at how wonderfully Bucky stretched you out and rammed his thick cock in and out of you rapidly. You felt your walls clench around him, and tightening around his thick member. The sounds leaving his lips were sinful more than anything. And it sent shivers down your spine. He panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face lovingly.
He didn’t slow down as your walls clenched around him violently, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came; hard. Bucky fucked you relentlessly; not even stopping for a second. He panted and groaned at how good you felt and how perfect you felt around him.
Unable to form coherent sentences, you moaned as you felt your release approaching. Your legs were shaking, and your body moved along with his perfectly. You wanted more of what he had to give. You craved him. A rush coursed through your veins as you felt your mind clouding with lust again. He growled under his breath, his lips dangerously close to yours as you whined and whimpered under him.
You came again, walls tightening around his length. He bit down on your lip as you lifted your hips to meet his thrust; chasing your release. Your body trembled under him as you came again. You noticed his irregular thrusts and the sound which left his lips; he came right after you; filling you up yet again.
After he was done, he fell limp into your arms, careful as to not crush you beneath his body weight.
He stayed like that for a while, and let you wrap your arms around him; with his head against your bare chest. He relished the feeling of being in your arms. Until he finally rolled over and pulled you into his side, tucking your head under his chin.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
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Days went by in pure bliss.
“Do you miss it?” Bucky asked one night, as you laid your chest on his bare chest. Both of you worn out and tired after having made love to one another for hours.
You closed your eyes and sighed, pressing your face into his warm chest. His smell, his body heat, his soft touch – it was all pure heaven. You knew he was asking about the ocean.
“I do. But I miss it like one missed their childhood.” You explained further. “The nostalgia hurts, but it’s a good kind of hurt. Take yourself for example, you will always miss your childhood; the freedom, the fun and the lack of responsibilities. Yet at the same time, now you’re grateful for what you have now and who you’ve become. You’re wiser and better and surrounded by people who love you.”
You tilted your head up and found him staring down at you, looking lovingly into your eyes. You spoke up again. “It’s the same for me. I will always miss it, I mean I was born there. But this is where I’m meant to be. With you, till my dying day.”
He rolled the two of you over and hovered above you. His long hair framing his face, making him look so handsome and angelic you could cry. “I love you.” he said, his bare body pressing down on you under the covers.
His body heat wrapped around you like a protective cocoon. “I love you more.”
 -6 YEARS LATER-
 You stood on the beach, not too far from home. You smiled as you looked around; right on this beach is where you and Bucky got married 6 years ago. It was a beautiful wedding, and the celebration even more so. You turned around and caught a glimpse of the grand fortress. Stone and concrete, sharp and rough edges but still radiating a sense of warmth and security – much like the man who had it built himself.
Your smile grew at the thought of your husband. In just six years, so much had changed. For the better.
Your little reverie was interrupted by the sound of giggles and shouts of excitement. You looked straight ahead and found your three kids running around and playing close to the water, paying little to no attention to the beautiful sunset behind them. Yes, they were human but very much skilled when it came to diving into the ocean. You often took them swimming, and they all amazed you by how well they could hold their breath under water for surprisingly a long time. They definitely got that from you. And Bucky was proud of that.
You sighed in content at the sight of your kids. They were everything to you and Bucky. Speaking of Bucky, he caught you by surprise by coming up to you and wrapping his strong arms around you from behind, nuzzling your neck.
“Hello, my love.” he mumbled against your skin. You giggled. All these years and his voice still made you weak in the knees.
“Hi.” You turned your head to the side and beamed at him. “How did the meeting go with the rest?” Bucky and his crew were planning another loot soon, and they’ve been busy preparing and discussing these past days.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his beard pricking your skin gently. But you had gotten used to the roughness of it, it was almost comforting now. “It was fine.” Bucky went on to give you some details about what they discussed.
Then you were both interrupted by the sound of your kids laughing and yelling in excitement. Apparently their sand castle was now complete, they’ve been working on it for hours. Bucky looked at them and a warm smile formed on his face.
“We should get these little monsters home and get them showered before dinner.” He smiled down at you. You chuckled.
“They won’t listen, and they won’t leave until their feet aren’t hurting from running around too much.” You knew your kids too well. “I’m afraid they’re just as stubborn as their father.” You added, teasing your husband.
He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking. “Are they now?” he leaned down to gently bite your partially exposed shoulder. You laughed, tipping your head back and resting it on his shoulder. He tightened his grip around you and looked down at you in pure and utter adoration and smiled. His wife, at last. The mother of his kids. Entirely his, finally.
Then as he often did, he got emotional just thinking about that night all those years ago, where he was foolish enough to think that letting you go was a good idea. He blurted out, “I’m sorry.”
You turned around in his arms and faced him. You reached up and cupped his face in your hands. “What for?”
Bucky looked down, seeing your bodies pressed together. He let out a dry chuckle. “I almost broke us apart forever that night.” he said and you knew exactly what he was talking about. “I didn’t realize I would be hurting you too. I was so stupid to even think that I would survive without you.”
He often brought it up, whenever he was sad or upset. Or when he’s had a little too much ale. He’s even cried in your arms like a child all night once when you brought it up casually. The guilt had diminished, but it was still there in him somewhere. But you had faith the one day it’ll be gone entirely. You were both working on it.
“It’s been years, Buck. Let it go. We’re here, aren’t we? We’re together and we have a family just like we always dreamt of. That’s all that matters.” You maintained his stare as you spoke. He nodded. “I love you.” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. You pulled away and smiled, “Besides, if it weren’t for my fit of rage that day, I would’ve never found the potion. So think of it this way, we had to drift apart for a while, and it happened for a reason.”
He smiled and leaned in to press his forehead to yours. “I love you so much it hurts.” He mumbled, making you giggle. Then a thought popped into his head out of nowhere. “I never asked you this, but when you found the potion, did you drink all of it?” he had always been curious about that.
You smiled faintly, remembering the day you found it. “No.” you answered, deep in thought. “I took some, and then I put the rest right back.”
“Why?” he was intrigued. He wondered how come this conversation never came up earlier in the past years.
You pulled away and looked up at him. “I was scared. I saw it and I wondered, what if in the next life the roles are reversed? What if you’re born in the ocean and I, on land?” you chuckled, although your eyes watered a little. “I wanted there to be hope for us even then. I… I can’t imagine not finding you in the next life. Or the one after that, and the one after that.” you chuckled again. “It scares me, when I think about what if our paths don’t cross in another life?” You let the single tear fall, which Bucky caught as it ran down your cheek. “Or what if we can’t be together like this again?”
Bucky felt a weight on his chest at the sight of another tear escaping your eye. You wiped this one away quickly yourself. He couldn’t help but lean in and kiss you on the lips, a gentle, sweet kiss to remind you that he was right here and there was nothing for you to worry about.
“My little pearl…” he whispered softly as he pulled away from you. “All of you, your heart, your soul; you were made to be mine. Don’t you worry, I’ll find you in the next life as well. And the one after that, and the one after that.” His words earned him a teary smile from you. “I promise you, my love, I will always find you. And you will always end up being mine.”
You threw your arms around him tightly and pulled him in for a kiss. You felt him smile through the kiss which lightened up the mood a little. “And I promise to love you just the same each time.” You whispered against his lips.
-
Although neither one of you recalled the promise you made to each other that day on that beach; in each lifetime, you both kept your promises. Bucky kept his word, somehow he always ended up finding you. And you did the same, you loved him unconditionally each time. It didn’t matter when or where you met. Or how your story began or ended. All that mattered was that in the next life, and the one after that, and the one after that; you ended up together every single time.
Bucky had been right; you were made to be his. And him, yours.
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Loving them Both - Part Two
Summary: Michael finds out about God’s betrayal. Y/n vows to stay by his side no matter what.
Warnings: Fluff, angst,
*Please read!* Reader: I wrote this with the idea of the reader being a female but there’s no pronouns used so it can be read as a gender neutral reader.
Pairings: Adam Milligan/ Archangel Michael x Reader
Word Count: 2,421
A/n: So, here’s part two. As I was writing this I had a few ideas for a part three... So, if you guys like the first part and this one and would like a part three, let me know!
Part One
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The longer Adam and Michael stayed out the more nervous I got. I vaguely knew who he was with and what I did know about them didn’t help settle my nerves. I was starting to regret convincing them to go talk to Castiel.
My eyes snap towards the door when I hear someone knocking. I instantly smile and practically dash towards it. My hand freezes just before it touches the knob. A thought crosses my mind.
Michael has a key.
Slowly, I lower my hand. My heart drops in disappointment but I remain alert wondering who exactly is behind the door. Leaning forward, I look through the peephole and see a large man. I don’t recognize him at first but then recall a photograph I had seen a while ago. A photograph of Adam’s brother’s.
I don’t know why Dean Winchester is standing on my doormat nor do I know how he figured out where I lived. I do know, however, that he isn’t someone I should trust blindly. While from what I can tell from Adam’s stories the Winchesters try their best in any given situation, I also know that people tend to get hurt around them.
Castiel shows up at the diner demanding to talk to Michael. Michael goes and has been gone for hours. Now, Dean is showing up on my doorstep. I didn’t like any of this.
I remain silent hoping that he would just go away. However, I quickly caught on that it was just wishful thinking when the doorknob began to jiggle. Looking through the peephole again, I notice Dean trying to pick the lock.
Cursing under my breath, I quickly move away from the door. While I did rely heavily on Michael and Adam to keep me safe, I lived a large portion of my life without either of them by my side. It wasn’t the best point in my life but I do know how to protect myself.
By the time Dean managed to get in, I was hiding in a nook in the wall. I could see Dean but he couldn’t see me. He stepped inside silently. It was slightly impressive how quiet he was being despite how large and tall he is.
I watched as he walked around the apartment looking for something. I had a hunch that that something was me. He walked near me. When he turned his back to me, I raised my Beretta 9mm and pulled the hammer back. The movement of the hammer is the only sound in the apartment. Dean instantly tenses. I assume this is a sound he is very familiar with.
“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that you’re Y/n,” Dean says slowly lifting his hands. I hum in response. Dean slowly turns around and I come out of the nook. I make sure to keep my distance while keeping my gun trained on him. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” He reassures me. I smirk.
“Does it look like I’m scared of you?” I ask lifting an eyebrow.
“Fair enough,” Dean nods. “I’m Dean,”
“I know,” I respond shortly. “What I don’t know is why you’re here,”
“I’m gonna ask that you come with me,” Dean says. I adjust my grip on the gun. Deans eyes flicker to it before looking back at me. “It’s about Michael,” My stance tenses.
“You better start making sense or I’m gonna shoot you and find him myself,” I tell him. Dean shifts in his spot and clears his throat.
“Look, I can explain everything on the way back to the bunker,” I raise an eyebrow. “That’ where Michael is. I’ll take you to him,” He promises. I eye him cautiously.
“I’m keeping the gun,” I say slowly lowering it. Dean nods as he lowers his heads. “What’s going on?” I ask as I follow him out of the apartment.
“How much time do you have?” He laughs a bit tensely.
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By the time Dean had filled me in on everything I needed to know we were almost to the bunker. I sat in silence as I absorbed all the information he had told me. I didn’t like anything he had to say but the truth is rarely comforting.
“Are you the same Y/n that knew Adam before-”
“Before he was killed by ghouls?” I cut him off. Dean shifted in his seat and didn’t respond. “Yeah, I knew him then,” I told him softly. “Back when everything was much simpler.” I whisper looking out the window.
“Were you uh... together... then?” Dean asks. I turn my head back to him.
“Why do you care?” I ask frowning my eyebrows.
“Just trying to understand,”
“Understand what?” I press.
“My brother’s situation,” Dean says glancing at me.
“Oh, so now you care about Adam’s situation?” I ask tilting my head. Dean sighs gripping the steering wheel. I find enjoyment in the way he squirms uncomfortably. “Yes, we were together before he died. Yes, we’re together now,”
“Even with Michael?” Dean asks and I smirk a bit.
“Especially, with Michael,” I tell him. Dean sits in silence, his mind reeling. I slowly look away from him and out the window.
“Wait,” Dean whispers before his head snaps to me. “Are you... with them both?” 
“Well, aren’t you a smart one,” I smirk looking at him again. “Did you come to that conclusion all on your own?” I patronize. Dean ignores my tone as he tries to get over the shock of the new information.
“How does that even work?” Dean asks in utter confusion.
“Well, we a girl and a guy love each other they-”
“I get that, smartass,” Dean grumbles causing me to laugh.
“It just works, Dean,” I tell him. I glance down at my left hand where my engagement ring rest on my finger. “I love Adam, I always have. Michael is apart of Adam now. At first I just had to accept him because I wanted Adam. But before I knew it, I loved Michael as well. Love isn’t complicated. We just love each other and we just work,” Dean hums wordlessly.
I smile thinking back to when both Adam and Michael proposed. They had continuously switched taking control throughout their little speech. They promised to protect and love me forever and I promised the same. The year without Adam weren’t the brightest. However, when I got him back and fell in love with Michael, the moments we shared shined brighter than any other memory. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, imagine my life with someone else.
“After everything Adam and Michael have been through, they deserve uncomplicated and unconditional love.” I tell him. Dean glances at me and then down at the ring.
“Yeah,” He mutters looking back at the road. “Does Adam ever... say anything about Sam and I?”
“He’s mentioned you two a few times,” I say. Dean glances to me again. “Dean, when this is over. Promise me that you and Sam will leave us alone,” I say shifting to face him a bit more. “I understand that in your line of work, you and Sam have to make hard decisions. I understand your side but that doesn’t change the fact that both Adam and Michael were left in the Cage for years.” Dean holds my gaze for a moment before looking back to the road. “They’ve been through enough. When you get what you need, let them go. Please,”
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“Wow, nice setup,” I compliment as Dean leads me into the bunker. He grumbles a response while leading me to where Michael and Adam are.
“Dean,” A rough voice calls out. The both of us look. Castiel then looks towards me and Dean follows his gaze.
“Maybe Y/n can convince him,” Dean suggests before looking back at the angel. Castiel looks conflicted but nods. Dean motions for me to follow him.
“Michael,” I whisper the instant I see him. His head instantly snaps towards me.
“Y/n,” He whispers standing up. His eyes then go to Dean and they narrow. I ignore the look on Michael’s face and quickly walk up to him. Right before I can hug him he lifts his arms up giving me clear access to his abdomen seeing that his wrists are handcuffed together. I hug him tightly and he circles his arms around me trapping me in his embrace. 
“I was worried about you,” I whisper to him. “I didn’t think you would be gone for so long,”
“Neither did I,” Michael whispers back leaning his head against mine. The longer my arms are around him the more he seems to relax. “Did they hurt you?” He asks eyeing Dean who stands by the door.
“No,” I mutter hugging him tighter. I burry my head into his neck and gently kiss his skin. “They brought me to talk to you,” Michael tightens his arms as best as he can. I can instantly sense something is off. “What’s wrong, baby?” I ask pulling my head back enough to look into his eyes. I slowly massage his lower back as he presses his head against mine. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. “It’s ok,” I whisper kissing his cheek. “I’m here... I’ve got you,” i whisper.
“God lied to me,” Michael whispers to me. My hands graze along his side and come to his chest. “I gave everything for him. I loved him,” Michael opens his eyes and my heart clenches at the heartbroken look. “Why?” He asks hugging me closer. “I’m not even the only Michael,”
“You’re the only Michael I care about,” I tell him. “The only one I love,” Michael looks into my eyes before moving his head to the crook of my neck. “I don’t know why God does the things he does. He doesn’t deserve you. I can’t change what he’s done and I won’t be able to change whatever he will do but I can tell you this, Michael. I will love you to the end of my days and even then I will continue to love you in death, for all eternity.”
My hands slighter up and around his neck. My fingers thread through his hair comfortingly. My other hand gently rubs between his shoulder blades.
“I love you so much, Michael,” I whisper to him.
“What do I do?” He asks lifting his head. I look into his eyes while massaging the back of his neck. “Tell me what to do,” I force a smile.
I never hated God before but in this moment I loathed everything about him. I hated how he could knock my strong and powerful archangel down to this lost and broken boy in front of me. I hated how Michael gave his entire life trying to please God only for him to kick Michael to the side like he didn’t matter. 
“I wish I could,” I whisper. “But I can’t. What you do next is entirely up to you. If you want to fight God, I’ll support you in anyway I can. If you want to run, I’ll run with you. Whatever you do, Michael, you are not alone. You will always have Adam and you will always have me,” I promise.
“I don’t know how I can truly hate him when I have you, his most beautiful creation, in my arms,” Michael whispers kissing my forehead lightly. I smile resting my head on his shoulder. “I love you, Y/n. All I want is for you to be safe and happy,”
“I’m both of those things when I’m with you,” I whisper nuzzling my head against him.
“You’re all I truly need,” He tells me.
“And I’m right here,” I smile looking into his eyes. “Not even God himself can take me away,” He smiles kissing my cheek lightly. Reluctantly, I duck under his tethered hands but I remain close to him. He turns his attention to Dean and Castiel.
“Yes, I will help you,” Michael decides. “What was done in the darkness can be done to God, if he’s as weak as you say. And I know how,” Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a folded piece of paper. “That’s the spell,” Castiel grabs it.
“And the ingredients?”
“Myrrh, cassia, rockrose,” Michael lists.
“We’ve got that,” Dean mentions.
“And, to bind the spell together, the nectar from the Leviathan blossom,”
“A Leviathan blossom? What is that, like a flower?” Dean questions.
“A flower that only grows in one place. Purgatory.” Raising his hands, Michael snaps his fingers creating a yellow portal. “That’s the door. It’ll remain open for 12 hours. Now, it you’ll please,” He raises his hands. Dean pulls out the key and steps forward.
“You coming with us?” Dean asks taking the cuffs off. Michael’s hand instantly finds mine.
“No,” He says intertwining our fingers. In a blink of an eye, Michael grabs a fist full of his shirt causing Castiel to tense. “If you so much as approach Y/n again, I’ll smite you,” Michael promises. Dean raises his hands in surrender.
“Michael,” I whisper kissing his shoulder. The archangel releases Dean. “Let’s go home,” He looks to me before nodding. He pulls me towards the door but Dean speaks up.
“Before you go, can I talk to him?” Dean asks. Michael pauses for a moment before looking into my eyes. I watch as Michael withdraws and Adam comes through. I smile and gently caress the side of his face.
“Hi, baby,” I whispers gently rubbing his cheekbone with my thumb. Adam leans into my touch before turning his head and kissing the inside of my palm. His gives our connected hands a gentle squeeze before turning to his half brother.
“Yeah?”
“Adam, I want you to know that we are sorry,” Dean says sincerely. I hug Adam’s arm in an attempt to comfort him knowing that this confrontation isn’t easy. “What happened to you... You’re a good man. You didn’t deserve that,” Adam looks at Dean for a moment before smiling sadly, tears brimming his eyes.
“Since when do we get what we deserve?” He asks. Dean presses his lips together. Adam clings to my hand as he tries to hold himself together. “Good luck,” He tells them before pulling me out of the bunker.
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“You doing ok, baby?” I ask when we finally make it back to the apartment. Adam closes the door and hugs me tightly. “I love you,” I whisper. “Both of you,”
“We love you too, baby,” Adam whisper holding me even tighter.
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adhdeancas · 3 years
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Dean Winchester (and the script leaks last night) possessed me to write this.
Dean happens upon Chuck's latest book: Carry On. Except it ends differently than it really went, and the ending? It's really fucking bad.
tw: suicide mention, transphobia (quickly shut the fuck down) 
Dean doesn’t make a habit of going to bookstores. Not because he hates books, contrary to what Sam might think; he just prefers to buy used books. There’s something comforting about a book that has already been worn and read over and over, that already shows how much the previous owner loved it. Plus, y’know, big corporations are evil and all that. And Dean only allows himself to overlook that when his stomach or his wallet wins over his hatred of the shitty mass-produced products. 
This time it was Jack who won; he’s obsessed with this new fantasy series and the new book just came out, so there’s no way he can hunt it down on Ebay. He makes his way to the fantasy and sci-fi section, eyes roaming over the displays of new releases, and his eye catches on something that turns his blood cold. 
“Supernatural: Carry On, The Final Book of the Winchesters’ Epic Journey” takes up a whole table, the generic and overly serious cover jeering out at him. 
He storms over to the display, anger covering up for the way his body feels light as a feather and like lead all at once, and picks up a book. “Why is Sam always fucking shirtless?” he mutters, the only thought that allows itself from the mess inside his head to his mouth. 
“Book sales.” A voice behind him says. He turns to see a teenager with their arms crossed over their work polo, pierced lip fixed into a customer-unfriendly frown.
“People want to see that?”
They snort, a small grin turning up the corner of their lips. It reminds Dean of Cas. “No. But that’s what advertisers think all ‘women’ want,” They use air quotes. 
He raises an eyebrow and asks. “Women?”
They shrug and uncross their arms, leaning back against the display table behind them. Their nametag says Jadyn. “Supernatural’s biggest block of readers is queer. I’d go out on a limb and say a lot of those the marketers think of as ‘women’ aren’t, or if they are, they aren’t itching to see Sam’s six pack.” Jadyn smirks. 
Dean takes a second to digest that, then grins down at the book, thinking past Sam’s apparently badly-received nudity now. “So how’d they like it?” he asks, waving the book a bit and looking up at Jadyn. Apparently they know a lot about the fans of the books, and for once, he’s proud of the way the story ended. 
Jadyn’s face sets into all hard lines. “Most people fucking hated it.” they say bluntly, then, probably remembering that he’s a customer, correct. “Sorry. I mean, it got some good reviews, mostly from people who like Wincest, but beyond that, it had some problematic plot points.”
Dean winces at the reminder of the ship between him and his brother, then scrunches his whole face together in confusion. “Wait, what? Why?” Why would Wincest fans like it? What was problematic about their end?
Jadyn shifts from foot to foot. “I don’t wanna spoil anything for you-”
“I don’t care about spoilers, just give me the short version.” Dean says quickly. A quiet panic is rising in him, and suddenly he has a horrible feeling that he’s not holding the truth in his hands anymore. 
“Uh, okay… Well, the most obvious thing is the bury-your-gays thing, then there’s the fact that it completely contradicted the rest of the lore. And it was ableist, misogynistic, and messed up, like, every character’s arc.” they take a breath, clearly worked up by it. “Even if they changed any of the details too, it was all built on Dean’s death, and that’s just bullshit. Sorry.” they apologize again, apparently mistaking Dean’s stricken expression to be in reaction to their rant and swearing. 
“No, nah, you’re… you’re okay. Uh, thanks.” he waves a hand and wanders away from them, only remembering Jack’s book when he’s almost to the register. He manages to make his way back and find the damn thing, but he’s still in a fog when he gets to the register. 
“Did anyone help you in the store today?”
“Huh?” he looks up and meets the middle-aged cashier’s gaze for the first time. Brent, from the nametag, looks at him impatiently. “Oh, yeah, uh… Jadyn. Jadyn helped me.” Brent scoffs and starts typing with a shake of the head. “Uh, is there a problem?” Dean asks, a little annoyed at this cashier’s unnecessary attitude. He usually doesn’t care if an employee’s rude, because they have to deal with assholes all the time and honestly Dean isn’t much better, but this one gives him a bad feeling. 
“No, no, sorry. It’s just - “Jadyn’s” got this idea that he’s a girl. Makes everybody call him that name now too. Just-” Brent shakes his head. “I mean, you get it. Their generation, everybody wants to be special.”
Dean glares. “No, I don’t get it, Brent.” He says through gritted teeth. “Seems to me like Jadyn probably deals with enough assholes like you that her asking for a little basic decency is the exact opposite of special. Sounds pretty normal, actually.” He can see the fear creep into Brent’s eyes, and he knows the cashier is reacting to the murderous look in his eyes more than his actual words. 
Brent hands Dean his bag of books with a quiet, “Here you go.”
Dean snatches it away. “Oh, Brent?” he checks over his shoulder to make sure they’re alone and then leans across the counter into Brent’s space. “You should find a new job, one where you don’t have to interact with other people. At least until you learn how to stop being a piece of shit.” He starts to ease away but thinks better about it. “And if you think that’s a suggestion, it’s not. My husband likes this book coming out next month that I’ll need to buy, and if I see you here when I come, well… it would be really embarrassing for you to tell all your little friends that you got your ass beat by a ‘special’ guy, huh?” He pats Brent on the cheek condescendingly and leaves with a huff. 
Damn transphobes. 
He only remembers the book once he’s back in Baby, and he takes the time to drive out of town before he pulls over to read it. It’s an old abandoned church, the cross long since fallen from the roof and the doors hanging off their hinges. He sits on the steps just because being in Baby seems claustrophobic for once in his life, and going back to the bunker to look at this is just… not happening.
Dean only skims the beginning to see that it starts the same. The ground erupting with bodies, hell spitting out its most-conveniently placed nasties, Rowena sacrificing herself, Cas leaving. His throat closes up at that, at Chuck’s description of Cas’s heartbroken expression as he climbs the stairs of the bunker. He clears his throat and skips to the end, right past Cas’s death that he doesn’t have the time to think about right now, past them defeating Chuck and then stops. He goes back a few pages, trying to find the disconnect. 
The story’s different.
After Jack takes on God’s power, in the book, he’s totally fine. Not almost vibrating out of his skin or anything, not crying like the three year old he is because he’s scared. Not like it really happened. He just smiles and leaves him and Sam, and they let him go. 
Dean scoffs, skimming over the story as it just gets more ridiculous. 
In the book, he doesn’t even try to save Cas. They barely even mention him. And they never mention Eileen, either. In fact, Dean notes disbelievingly, practically the only characters in the last few chapters are him and Sam. They’re hunting again.
“What, is Chuck trying to keep the series going?” he whispers to himself, anger flaring through him. They let Chuck live, and he decided to write obnoxious fanfiction about them? He’s gonna kill that shameless little fucker. For real, this time. He deserves it.
In the book, Sam and Dean torture some vampire mime, and they enjoy it. Dean cringes; this is really what Chuck thinks of them. Then they tussle with more vamps in a barn and- 
Dean’s brain stops working. He rereads the scene again and again. 
“There’s something in my… something in my back. It feels like it’s right through me.” 
Dean Winchester dies in a dirty barn, on a piece of freaking rebar. 
More than that, Dean realizes on his fourth read-through. This Dean? He tried to drag out his speech, Dean can tell by the way he pauses for fucking drama. He would never do that. He would never talk to Sam for fifteen hellish minutes when he could be trying. Trying to live, so he can actually get his life back on track, get his family back. No, he made that speech stalling. He made that speech so Sam wouldn’t try to save him. 
“You gotta admit, I had one helluva ride.” He was strangely calm.
Chuck made him kill himself.
Dean reads the rest of the book through blurry eyes, reading an ambiguous and nothing-ending, one where he’s somehow happy to be dead and driving around in heaven alone while Sam raises a kid into hunting and cries about Dean decades after he’s died. Eileen isn’t mentioned. Cas is mentioned once, and Bizzarro-Dean doesn’t even think about seeing him, apparently. The whole book ends with a hug between him and Sam, both dead. Both alone. 
Dean rips the ending up. He tears through the stupid paper covering and keeps ripping the pages up until they’re the size of confetti. His lower lip wobbles. He throws the whole thing against the side of the building, and it tumbles through the broken doorway and drops into a pile of dust and dirt. “That isn’t the fucking ending.” he grounds out, knocking his hand against the flimsy handrail. It gives a little under his fist and he kicks at it. “That isn’t the fucking ending!”
He’s having a panic attack. Again. He tries to take deep breaths, but they’re gulping, too big, they’re making him panic more. He scrambles back to Baby and grabs his phone, presses the first number on his favorites list and waits for him to answer on speaker phone.
“Hey Dean, what’s up?” Sam sounds like he’s been laughing. There are voices in the background, and Dean tries to convince himself one of them is Eileen. 
“Hey Sammy.” he chokes out, trying to sound normal. “You busy?”
There’s a pause, and then the sounds in the background. “Nah, Rowena’s just over.” he says casually. 
“So those voices in the background were-”
“Rowena and Eileen, yeah. They’re trying to convince me we need to go to Mexico. For the beaches.” A smile in his voice. Dean lets out a sigh of relief.  What’s up, Dean? You need something?” The smile drops, and Sam’s worried. 
Sam’s okay. Sam’s okay. “No, nah. Hey, you heard from Donna lately?” Dean just needs to triple-check.
“Uh, no, not since Sunday dinner… Dean, you okay?”
“Yeah, she just- she hasn’t been answering my texts. Just wanted to make sure.” Dean lies quickly. His breathing is still uneven, but his body is settling into uneven shakes. 
Sam sounds skeptical. “Yeah, well, she did tell us it’s been pretty busy at work lately. Y’know, everybody going out for the first time with COVID, getting stupid. Plus, y’know, nowhere’s drowning in EMTs right now.”
“Right. Yeah.” Dean takes a deep breath, a distant memory of Donna talking about that coming back to him.
“Pretty sure you were setting up a D&D session with Charlie while she was talking about that,” Sam laughs. Dean knows he means it as a subtle jab, but there’s too much relief flooding through him to care. Still, a string is pulled taut in him, and Sam can’t fix that completely.
“Gotta go, Sam,” Dean hangs up before Sam can say anything else, and goes to his next contact. It rings for far too long, and Dean’s heartbeat picks back up to thundering.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Cas,” Dean breathes out. “Cas, you know I love you, right?” He needs to test all the bounds of this, to make sure, just to make sure. Make sure Chuck isn’t still fucking with him. Because apparently, Chuck won’t let him be queer. Not in his story. Not out loud.
He can hear Cas’s eyebrow raise through the phone, and his chest is overcome with stupid fondness. “I would be a little worried if you didn’t.”
Dean grins widely. “Like, romantically. I’m in love with you. Because you’re the love of my life and I’m bisexual.” He says it all like it’s a checklist, like he expects some cosmic being to slap a hand over his mouth before he gets each next phrase out.
“Yes, Dean. We’ve been married almost two months.” Cas is smiling. It happens everytime he talks about their wedding. Dean adores it. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, now it is.” His whole body relaxes, still vibrating with leftover panic, but satisfied. “I got Jack’s book.”
“Oh, good. He’ll be so pleased.” Cas pauses. “Dean, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Dean eases off the ground and sends a last look at the dilapidated church before climbing into Baby. “Just- read a bad book. I’ll tell you about it later. When I get home.”
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notasdriedapricots · 3 years
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19: 9 hours for Liz and Lucas for June prompts x
I'M HERE. July is almost over, but I'm here. This turned into a monster and I am so sorry. There's probably so much I could cut, and it's poorly resolved, and the prompt got very lost in the way, BUT it's something.
As always, thank you Iris for sending these, even if I take forever to get to them. From this list. 2200 words because I am a monster. I am so sorry. Also there is a musical part in this one, so if you can play that it'd be cool :D Okay, bye!
9 hours
Liz stopped playing when she heard the front door open and then close. She looked at the guest room's door with a smile, waiting for it to open next. Nothing.
"Lucas?"
No response. She checked her watch; in the middle of practicing a particularly hard passage she'd lost track of time, and of the fact that he should have gotten home over an hour ago. An hour ago even if he had taken the extra shift and forgotten to tell her. After leaving the bow on the table and setting the cello on its stand, she peaked into the living room. Empty. No white lab coat on the hanger next to the door, like he always left it when he was back. I'm about to get murdered, aren't I?
"Lucas?" she tried again.
His voice, muffled and lower than usual, reached her from the couch. "Here."
Liz found him lying on his stomach, face burrowed into a pillow and hands linked over the back of his neck, with the lab coat still on. Everything screamed 'hard day'. She leaned over the back of the couch, worry behind her eyes, and rubbed a hand softly up and down his spine. He sighed to her touch, the gesture reminding him to relax his muscles.
"Everything okay?"
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on his surroundings: the flat, the couch, her hand on his back. His shift – what had turned into a 9-hour shift, breaks not included – was over, and he was no longer at the clinic. It didn't smell like alcohol and disinfectant, but like fresh flowers and coffee. He was home, with Liz.
"Yeah, I'm sorry," he sighed. "Hi." He freed one hand and reached behind him to grab hers.
She leaned down to kiss it, and he squeezed back in response. Liz bit her lip, pondering whether or not she should push further. "Bad day?" she risked, brushing his knuckles with her thumb.
"Could have been better."
She bit her lip again; that was enough of an answer to not dig any deeper. Her other hand raked his hair softly and Lucas suddenly felt his shoulders relax, unaware of how much tension he'd been holding there. He moved his hand away so hers could run down to his nape, letting out a low grunt when she squeezed; even she knew those muscles shouldn't be that stiff.
"You shouldn't be taking extra shifts when you've been so tired." There wasn't a trace of reproach in her voice, just soft concern.
"It wasn't that." She stayed silent, waiting for him to continue if he wanted to; giving him an out if he didn't. "I… I thought I was discharging a long-time patient today and… I thought wrong. We thought wrong."
Liz didn't know what to do. He'd been coming home so happy from work for weeks, seeing him suddenly this down completely threw her off. He was used to her shutting down when she was nervous about work, but it was the first time she was the one on that side of the situation. What do you need? What can I do? She debated whether to leave him alone or not. Maybe that's why he didn't come find me when he got home? But leaving while he needed her was unthinkable, she wouldn't risk it; if he wanted to be alone, he would tell her.
Lucas felt her let go of his hand and lightly tug at the collar of his coat. "Off."
She tossed it over a nearby armchair and sat astray his hips, and he got out of his head for just a second, long enough to raise a curious eyebrow to himself before his mind was flooded again with that morning's events. She leaned forward to plant a kiss on his neck, and when she felt him let out his deepest sigh yet, she knew she was doing the right thing; he didn't want to be alone. Another kiss landed behind his ear, before she sat up again.
"He got injured over the weekend and half the progress he'd made…" he started. Her hands slid under his scrubs and pressed onto his lower back, slowly but firmly, with both force and care, working their way up as she tried to recall how he did this when they were in opposite places. He rewarded her with a low grunt as he rolled his shoulders back. Ah, god bless you, Liz. "I don't know which one of us was more heartbroken, if I'm honest. He worked so hard for months…"
Liz felt a weight in her chest, a weight she assumed was only a fraction of the one in his. "You'll get back there."
Frustration slipped into his tone. "Yeah, but we were supposed to be there already…" With another deep breath, his voice turned pensive. "It's odd sometimes. Working a job where your biggest reward is to stop seeing your patients? Hoping you never see their face again unless you're crossing paths during a run in the park? I was gonna miss him, but realising I wouldn't need to for at least another two months…"
The defeat in his voice made it clear which patient he was talking about. A young man, a boy, that he always mentioned as one of his favourites. A teenager that had been in a very bad accident where he'd lost his dad, so that on top of his physical recovery was dealing with an even bigger emotional one. Of course he'd stayed back late, taken the extra shift probably to bring him back and work out a new plan moving forward. And of course you're still thinking about it.
"Shit happens, love." She felt him breathe in to respond. "I know. I know that doesn't help. But…" She looked up at the ceiling, shaking her head as her hands pressed between his shoulder blades. "You've always said it's rarely a straight road. And this is no one's fault."
"It's just that I… I'd never had something like this happen before. I'd heard professors talk about it over and over again, telling us to be ready for it, to expect it, but in five years it had never… actually happened."
To you. It had never happened to you. "Lucas, this is not your fault."
"I know that. I know, but…" His voice died. He'd been fighting that thought all day, only managing to do so because there was another bigger, much more bothering and heavy one.
She waited for him to continue. He didn't. "But?"
Another moment of silence. "It's not fair."
Liz sighed and stopped her hands, fighting back sudden tears. He'd never sounded so exhausted, so defeated, so unlike him. She had never hated this much that job of his that she so deeply loved. She threaded her arms under his, grabbing onto the front of his shoulders as she leaned forward again, letting all of her weight fall onto his back, trying to somehow protect him from his own thoughts.
He welcomed the pressure of her body on his. Okay, I get weighed blankets now. Again, he focused his attention on his surroundings, on her, the warmth of her body, the lingering hints of her perfume, her breath on his skin when she nuzzled under his jaw and then kissed his neck, long and soft. Her temple rested against his.
"I'm sorry, love," she whispered.
Her lips found his cheek and he turned his head to meet her mouth. It was sweet, calm, and soothing; a kiss that tried to convince him that 'it will be okay, you can still get there, you will get there'. He managed to turn onto his back, and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. He brushed the back of his fingers on her cheek.
"Thank you, darling. I'm okay. Just tired."
She looked into his eyes and could tell he was lying, downplaying it. A frown crossed her forehead and she cradled his face in both hands.
"Stop it. Don't doubt yourself." If I'd managed to work faster this injury wouldn't have been a problem. She gave him a warning look. "Stop. I can't stand it."
"Maybe you should get another boyfriend, then."
She sat up. "Oh, you mean one that at least doubts himself over the right things?"
"Hold on, what is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm sorry, love, but there is such a thing as 'too much gel', you know?"
"I haven't used gel since we got out of the Villa, what are you-?" He smiled despite himself. "Oh, I see. That almost worked. Thanks for trying, though."
The playful look she'd managed to put on vanished. Okay. Big guns. "Floor."
"Excuse me?"
"Get on the floor. On your back."
"Darling, you're gonna hurt your knees…"
She slapped his chest, both holding back small smiles. "Har-har. I mean it. If even I can tell your back is messed up, it's because it's really messed up. Floor." She got off him and walked away towards the bedrooms.
Lucas sighed and complied, kicking off his shoes before lying on the floor with his ankles crossed on the couch, hands on his stomach. He closed his eyes. Why? Why did I have to play it safe instead of pushing him a bit further? I could have, he could have made progress much quicker and save… maybe 3 weeks? At least 2. And we wouldn't be here. Fuck, Sam, I'm sorry. He remembered the kid hugging him, apologizing to him for not being careful enough. 'You're the one back on crutches, what are you apologizing to me for?', he'd answered, trying to hide his own sadness to not bring the kid down even more. But truth was, he'd never felt more useless.
He heard a chair set next to him, and then Liz started to pluck strings on her cello. When the bow finally pulled the warm sounds he'd grown to adore, goosebumps instantly covered his entire body. He needed to make a joke or he was certain he would start to tear up, so he opened his eyes and looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Really, Liz? Cyndi Lauper-?" She shut him up with a kick without missing a beat.
And so he closed his eyes again and followed the melody as it flowed through his body, seeming to relax the last tense muscles while his thoughts started to slow down. Things started to fall into place and seem – at least a little – less dramatic, for some reason. We will work through it. It will be okay. We will get back to that point. The goosebumps never left his skin, and he almost shivered every time the sound got specially high or low. Damn, you're amazing…
Of course Liz hadn't just chosen any song to play for him, but one with a chorus that would say something. She couldn't do anything to solve his problem. She couldn't even do anything to help him with it. But what she could do, what she would do, was be there for him; to play for him, or give him what were probably underwhelming massages compared to his, or whatever he needed… But she would always be there. If she had to play a cheesy 80s ballad to get her point across, so be it.
Lucas kept getting lost in the sound of an old melody turned into something familiar and foreign at the same time; the strange part was that he'd never expected to hear 'Time after time' played on a cello, but the known one was that it was Liz playing it. She finished the song and silence filled the flat again. Lucas sighed deeply, a small smile playing on his lips. The corners of his eyes burned.
"How the fuck do you do that? It's just metal and wood."
"And almost 20 years of training," she allowed herself to joke at the sight of him visibly more relaxed. "And, you know, my soul."
He opened his eyes and looked at her. I love you so much. "That must be it."
The corner of her lip twitched into a brief half smile before concern returned. "Lucas it's-"
"Gonna be okay. I know. Shit happens." He offered his hand and she rested the cello on an armchair before lying down on the floor next to him and setting her head on his chest. He kissed her hair. "It's nice to know that you'll be waiting to catch me when I fall, though."
She snorted a laugh and hugged him tighter. "Time After Time."
"Okay, that is a cheesy line."
"It is. But I Will Always Love You."
They were both grinning now. "Oh, thank god. This will be an Endless Love, then. I promise I'm Never Gonna Give You Up."
She let out a loud laugh. Just when I thought I couldn't love a sound more than you playing the cello… "Never gonna let me down?"
"Never gonna run around and desert you."
"Good." She sat up and pressed a finger to his chest. "Now go take a shower and then we'll see what happens if I put Careless Whisper on, shall we?"
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bangtan-pugh-bug · 3 years
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Scott Lang x reader slow burn Chapter 10
Warnings: none really just more angst and swearing but less than last week because i wanted to do a more light hearted chapter (this is just that by my standards lmao) I hope you enjoy … there is going to be smut VERY soon
The last week had been harder to manage than any ‘villain’ or threat to humanity that your friends had faced. Of course the physical and global destruction was lacking but your heart felt broken beyond repair. It had been a fucking disaster from start to finish and was not getting much better.
‘Come on Y/N, it’ll be okay.’
But Thor was wrong, it wasn’t. You had had to form a set of strict rules to get through each day. Number 1 (pretty obvious) :avoid Scott like the plague. Number 2: drink less and Number 3: try and stop crying over IT. None of them were proving easy and not at all fun but they did make you look a little less unhinged to your friends. Of course Thor and Tony knew how upset you were with Nat not far behind. The constant sympathetic ‘poor you’ looks were growing patronising and getting old. If they couldn’t treat you like a stable person how could you act like one?
Contact with Scott had been incredibly brief and tense to say the least. You just missed him. Who were you meant to fool around with? Who was going to hold your hand while you slept or make fun of Parker or drive you home to keep you safe? When you were alone and closed your eyes you could hear him: ‘I’m sorry if I’ve lead you on in anyway.’ But by Friday it didn’t make you cry anymore to recall it. It wasn’t sad it was frustrating. ‘Lead you on’ of course he’d lead you on and you wanted to call him out for it. Call him what your heartbroken self wanted to, a-
‘Prick!’
It was Monday: Thor’s weekly game night with ‘Noobmaster69’ and he was losing. Horrifically. Asgardians weren’t exactly fond of losing and there was, you had to admit, a lot of joy in witnessing someone so powerful fail so badly. Well you had to find relief in something. Although you did have one thing to be proud of: finally washing your greasy hair only to hear Peter singing as he got out. And you didn’t poke any fun at him because Scott wasn’t there to hear.
After deciding to stay on the couch with Thor, watching him being competitive, you continued your silent ‘soul searching’ that was so tiresome. You had become an expert on analysing every Scott interaction you had and without new ones to ‘study’ you were spent. Bored. Bored of waiting for nothing. Occasionally, you’d press pause on your self pitying to smile at Thor. Being so preoccupied with Scott had made you more neglectful of his friendship. All of your friendships really. You couldn’t remember the last long conversation you’d had with Tony that wasn’t about Scott.
‘Die! Die! Oh come o-ah Scott!’
You tried not to turn to look but it was unavoidable. Scott was stood beside the tv all of a sudden, looking dishevelled and out of place. It had been torture not to ask anyone and everyone what exactly he’d been doing the last week. ‘He’s out.’ ‘No ones seen him much today.’ ‘I dunno, maybe he’s partying.’ Fucking torture to hear. Although it was probably best he was out doing ‘things’ and away from you. At least you wouldn’t have to try and make eye contact without fighting tears. Except for that night. Of course he had to be in that night.
‘Thor…Y/N.’ Scott was almost worse than you for subtlety, his green eyes darted from Thor gaming happily to your pained eyes. And his were pained too. There was a guiltiness pressing down on him but Nat would have thought that was good. You didn’t want to be awkward around him or continue this ‘avoiding each other at all costs’ thing so you tried to end it the best way you knew how.
‘Did you hear Peter’s singing?’
It was the first thing you’d said to Scott that wasn’t ‘er’ or ‘hi’ in so long you could see relief wash over him. And you felt it wash over you in a smooth satisfying wave because his reply was:
‘Yes! It was Britney, so I had to listen.’
You both laughed, still feeling the need to to stay on opposite sides of the room for safety reasons. Thor looked amused for a moment but was invested in his game. Sweet.
‘Well,’ you leaned across the couch craving your neck closer to Scott. ‘If you like Britney maybe we should have a 00s themed party!’ Was it out of pocket? Probably. Did it feel forced to say? Yes. Did Scott look confused? Absolutely but he played along for both your sakes. It felt silly to suddenly be discussing pop star icon: Britney Spears to the man you’d been crying so heartedly over for so long. You couldn’t help feeling that he knew this wasn’t the two of you going back to ‘normal’. Not really. You had admitted far too much to ever have a ‘normal’ friendship. However it was a start.
‘Can the two of you discuss whatever nonsense Britney Spears is somewhere else?’ Thor looked as annoyed as you could be over something unimportant. Still the two of you shared a look meaning ‘Let’s leave him to it’ and walked together out of the living room. It didn’t hit you that this was the first time you had been alone with Scott since the car ‘incident’ until Nat saw you both and walked away.
‘Wow.’ You both scoffed at his strong words against Britney. ‘To speak of our lord and saviour in such a distasteful way.’ Scott dramatically put his hand on his heart and ‘fell’ backwards in agreement. ‘The horror!’ He exclaimed before you both chuckled.
‘Hey guys?’ It was Peter and he looked confused at the sight of you and Scott laughing. But who wouldn’t be after all the avoiding? You were just as confused as a participant. ‘Everyone’s kind of busy and I wanted to see B-‘
‘Back to the future playing in IMAX yes I’ll take you.’ The look in Peter’s face- bless him- he looked so pleased. Such a child. ‘Pff.’ You couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a dad Scott had just become (and the twisted part of you brain did find it a bit hot).
‘There’s a showing at 2:45-‘
‘Right. Well we’ll go to that one.’
‘Um,’
Whilst Scott was buying tickets he didn’t notice Peter’s anxious eyes flitting towards you in hopes you would offer to come. The truth was you didn’t know if one brief Britney discussion guaranteed an invite. It didn’t seem like enough but Peter looked concerned for you. Did he not want to be alone with Scott or did he not want you to feel left out? Which was it?
Your eyes moved from Peter’s to Scott’s but he chose not to give a verbal response so you let it be. ‘Enjoy yourselves,’ you smiled, overly enthusiastic as you walked away backwards. Something that didn’t escape your notice as you left was the sign of relief from Peter. There was your answer.
Mirroring Peter you let out a sign of your own, that Scott probably heard, and went to your room- but not before passing Wanda. ‘What’s wrong?’ Before you could think of a response she grinned and grabbed your hand. ‘Tony’s taking us to his pool. He’s had it redone- come on let’s go, come with us.’ Hmm. Swimming. Interactive. But she looked so excited- bless her- so you caved and returned her smile before getting changed.
Less than 15 minutes later you were sat in the passenger seat of Tony’s favourite car (you’d called shotgun of course) listening to Eminem. Poor Wanda was crammed in between Sam and Thor behind you, probably wishing she had just flown there. ‘Sam why couldn’t you have flown- to make room for Wanda?’ You asked. ‘I’m not gonna risk getting them wet. Do you know how difficult they are to re-‘
‘Look at her she’s squished though.’
‘I’ve not had enough sleep for this.’
‘I’m not arguing with you I’m just say-‘
‘Children children!’ Tony commanded the car, to no ones surprise. ‘This is not about flying. This is about getting Y/N to cheer up and for all of you to appreciate my architectural skills.’ He was driving over the speed limit but who was going to tell Tony to slow down? The man was overly caffeinated and overly theatrical.
Another 15 minutes later and you were in the ridiculously fancy changing rooms Tony had had built. ‘Why did you build so many if it’s private?’ You yelled over the door.
‘It was a strange week! Inspiration struck!’
Thor seemed to be struggling with the term ‘modesty’ because-
‘Jesu- fuck! PUT PANTS ON!’
The sound of Wanda being flashed by a God was enough to make you almost pee from laughing. They were all such children. That was a clear explanation for why you had admired Scott as soon as you’d met him. Yes he was silly but he’d actually been married. He was mature in other ways. You tried not to picture him in the cinema with Peter because what did you have to be jealous of? Peter was still dating MJ as far as you knew and Scott saw him the same way you did. You still wanted him there with you all even if it was going to be uncomfortable.
And then sadness clung itself to you like a rope with no slack. You forgot why you were even where you were in the first place. Why had you come? Oh for Wanda. But Tony said this was to cheer you up? You’d even forgotten how to swim properly, it had been so long. It had been too long since anything normal.
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The Fenton Conspiracy
Phic Phight Oneshot for SummersSixEcho: The Fentons only have two children...Right?
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"Um...hello?" Maddie spoke hesitantly at seeing three children sitting in the Fenton kitchen, eating breakfast. They all looked up at her when she spoke. "Morning Jazz, Danny. And…" She trailed off.
An unfamiliar child was eating cereal, and she was an absolute doppelganger of her son. Black hair pulled back in a side-braid, bright blue eyes just like Jack's. She smiled warmly at her as she chewed. Maddie couldn't help but notice that she was dressed in Jazz's old black tank-top and jeans.
"Morning!" Jazz chirped. She had a bagel and coffee, and Maddie never took her eyes off of the trio as she went to fetch a cup.
She broke contact enough to pour herself some, only to set it all down. Nobody was sleeping over that she could remember. She looked a tad too young to be one of Jazz's friends, and the only girl Danny ever brought around was Sam. This was definitely not Sam. Who was she? How come she had never seen her before?
The huntress spun to meet the three.
"I'm very sorry, dear, but who are you?" she asked. The unfamiliar child frowned.
"Mom, this is Ellie," Jazz scowled. "Your youngest? Our little sister?" Maddie had no clue how to respond to that. "How can you forget her?"
"I only have two kids," Maddie said firmly. She turned to get her coffee, taking a drink. There was no way she was just simply so tired that she was hallucinating the entire thing.
"You have three," Danny spoke up. As always, he sounded exhausted, and he was also eating cereal. "Trust me, they gang up on me."
"It's true, I made him give me a piggyback ride home from school yesterday," the unfamiliar girl, Ellie?, replied cheerfully.
"She did, lazy little," Danny muttered off something as he shoveled another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
"It was far, and I was tired!" Ellie exclaimed.
"No, no," Maddie insisted. "I have two children." Danny sighed tiredly.
"Mom, how come you don't remember me?" Ellie's voice sounded absolutely heartbroken, and Maddie immediately felt a wave of guilt.
It didn't take long to immediately be hit with concern. What was this? Maddie knew she only had two children. There was no way one simply...forgot a child. As in, not forgot your child at the store, but the entire existence of a girl who had to be at least fourteen? This had to be some kind of prank. Her children wouldn't prank her like this though, would they? Neither were cracking up into giggles, the normal giveaway. Instead both were casually eating like it was...normal. Nothing seemingly out of place.
Maddie studied the girl as she took a long sip of coffee. She looked way too much like Danny and Jack for it to be some random girl for a prank either. Even if they found a doppelganger, which in itself was so unlikely, she could already immediately notice Fenton-specific quirks. The using of the inner wrist to wipe her mouth instead of a napkin of her hand, the way all of the children hunched over as they ate. It was odd how...much this girl fit into the family.
"What's going on?" Maddie demanded to know. She set the cup down on the table. Danny sighed, dropping his spoon into the cereal.
"Fine. I got detention again," he confessed. Maddie stared at him, and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Look, I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault, it was Dash, he-"
"I mean about this girl, Daniel James," Maddie spoke coldly. Ellie dropped her own spoon in shock.
"I didn't do anything!" Ellie whined. "He's the one who got detention, I was in the library the whole time with Valerie!"
"You little liar!" Danny accused. "You weren't in the library, you were setting up a prank for Paulina with Sam!"
"Was not!" Ellie protested.
"Was too!" Danny argued back.
Was she having a stroke? Maddie watched the bickering in stunned silence as she tried to piece together everything.
"Are you a ghost?" Maddie asked bluntly, even though she immediately felt silly for asking such a thing. Of course a ghost wouldn't come out and confess such a thing.
Jazz sighed, annoyed as she put her bagel down.
"Mom, this is your daughter," she insisted. "Why do you resort anything to ghosts? It's not healthy to obsess this much on ghosts. Maybe tonight we should have a family night. It's been a while since we had one."
"Ugh," Danny made an annoyed noise from the back of his throat. "I'm not in the mood to watch Ghostbusters for the hundredth time."
"We can play board games!" Ellie pointed out.
"That's even worse," Danny complained.
"One of you two are going to explain what's going on," Maddie pressed her two (?) children, staring directly at Jazz and Danny. Neither flinched, nor gave any of their normal indications that they were lying, which honestly? Chilled her. What was going on?
"Ugh, one second." Jazz left the room, muttering something about the stairs. She returned moments later with her scrapbook, opening it, and Maddie couldn't believe her eyes.
This girl was in every family photo, and there were baby pictures of her. Pictures of school events with her there. Pictures of Maddie holding her as a baby, of her having three children at the beach and three Fenton children opening presents.
She didn't know what to think.
"We're gonna be late," Ellie spoke up, nodding at the clock. Everybody else glanced up.
"Ah, shoot," Jazz sighed. "Come on, I'll drive us."
Maddie watched Jazz and Danny pick up their normal backpacks, and Ellie pick up Danny's old backpack, a Crash Nebula themed one that he claimed to have outgrown.
"Bye Mom, love you!" Danny called out.
"Love you, see you after school," said Jazz, the three leaving the kitchen.
"Bye Mom! I love you!" Ellie chimed in.
"Um...have a good day, kids," Maddie spoke slowly. "I love you too."
She heard the trio of children chattering happily in the hallway, collecting coats and other winter gears. Nothing in particular, mostly just teenage talk about the upcoming day. School projects, friends, pointing out the recent snow and discussing weekend plans. The door opened, and it shut.
Maddie hurried to the window, watching the trio get into Jazz's car, it turning on almost instantly. Dani sat in the back, and Danny in the passenger seat. The car sat idle for a few seconds before her daughter pulled out of the driveway and took herself and her sibling, siblings?, to school. Maddie slipped back at the table, drinking coffee and looking through the scrapbook. When the hell did she gain a third child?
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Jazz sighed heavily as she grasped the steering wheel. Her siblings got into the car, and as soon as the doors shut, she finally spoke.
"I think that...actually kinda worked," she replied. She glanced up at FentonWorks in amazement.
"The power of just acting casual," Ellie grinned. The clone buckled her seatbelt. "Tucker's amazing at Photoshop."
"Was this really easier than just telling them the truth?" Jazz accused Danny. He shrugged, clicking the seatbelt into place and leaning back.
"That's the backup plan. But all we really need to do is convince an entire school, Dad when he gets home, our neighbors and extended relatives that Ellie's always been here, and also somehow keep Vlad from finding out," Danny grinned. Jazz made an annoyed huff.
"Good luck," she scoffed, and she backed out of the driveway.
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